Long drives have inspired me to create over the years. With Silver Canyon Review, my literary journal, I hope to see the stories from the missed turns and the backroads. Submissions are open now.
silvercanyonreview.com
Long drives have inspired me to create over the years. With Silver Canyon Review, my literary journal, I hope to see the stories from the missed turns and the backroads. Submissions are open now.
silvercanyonreview.com
Read "Chili Night," my new micro in DreamForge Magazine. Enjoy it with some noodles. It's also my first semi-pro sale. Thank you to @dreamforgemagazine.bsky.social for giving it a home.
dreamforgemagazine.com/story/chili-...
"You will disappear little by little: untouched lunches, hollow cheeks, silence where laughter used to live. You will stop eating, stop smiling, stop telling me about your day."
Brilliant work, @tracieadams.bsky.social
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“I never understood how my little sister ate/those sundaes every night and stayed skinny…”
The chili had been simmering in the slow cooker for about six hours. The sour cream was on the counter. A bowl of Mexican cheddar cheese<span class="excerpt-hellip"> […]</span>
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"We’ve been dancing all night to Led Zeppelin in houses without doors, and now we’re late for class, and non, we don’t regret rien. We’re too cool for school, and our parents are in London, which is on Mars."
@quickasaflash.bsky.social
I spent the afternoon at Indiana State Dunes Park and viewed the Chicago skyline.
“The state pen part. The white rocks on the side of a hill arranged in the shape of a cowboy riding a bucking bronco part. The antelope bones bleaching in the dirt part.” - Amazing piece!
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@doesithavepockets.bsky.social
Strasbourg 5 am. A heron’s heavy row across a blue July sky, over green gravel lakes beside the motorway. We’re sixteen. Hungover French drizzles from our English tongues as we waste away with the was...
Creative Non-fiction by Tracie Adams I will lift you from embryonic waters, my heart a purring engine against your buttery skin. I will kiss your rosebud lips, feed you from my own body. You will w…
