‘My whole childhood was lived between sky-tiled underworlds.’
Beautiful writing from @kdawn999.bsky.social in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social 🧜♀️
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‘The thought of it made my stomach feel as though it would climb out and make its own way east.’
Love the musings of this piece from CL Bledsoe in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social 🇳🇴
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NEW SUMMER ISSUE OF WHALE ROAD JUST DROPPED 🐳
love this description
“Is this one of those things you wish you could un-know?” he asks.”
Because @emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social
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Im grateful to Katie and her team for including me!
Yippee can read my poem here:
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“Want to know how they euthanize mass amounts of chickens?” I ask him.
“Is this one of those things you wish you could un-know?” he asks.
Love the dialogue in this @emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social. Oh, where she sends herself. And the steadying presence of John ❤️
Thank you to @whaleroadreview.bsky.social for including my poem "Spark: You Might Be a Birder If" in Issue 43! 🪶
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And I’ll be reading at this!
My poem “If my family had never emigrated from Greece” appears in this issue! I love @whaleroadreview.bsky.social and am so happy to be published with them.
Oh I felt this poem.
This hits close to home, the thing that’s hard to admit: the “as if nothing’s wrong,” the “after that nothing changed,” the way we carry on.
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I seem to remember a swimming pool. My whole childhood was lived between sky-tiled underworlds. We’d carpool to Bangkok, pay the hotel’s fee, cart our toys—soakable throwers, flippers, foam boards.…
Rather than finish my meeting transcription, I decided to move to Norway. I wasn’t quite sure how to get there, so I walked toward the river, thinking it would flow into the sea and then beyond. Af…
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I tell John I’m tired of writing what I know, of writing about grief and loss. I want to write a story about something I know nothing about, I tell him. He brings me coffee in bed every morning, an…
See how the summer grasses you mowed last spring when the world seemed rainful and lush have yellowed. Here in August, rain is a memory. The land is a golden quilt embroidered with brush piles, bla…
I am playing badminton in the park when the police cars drive by, five and then five, sirens loud and bright lights blaring; they roar past, disappear, and one ambulance comes behind, crawling by c…
Our Summer 2026 issue is filled with work that moves between the whimsical and the all-too-real with a strong undercurrent of awareness and attention that can make even a toad or a tampon seem sacred.
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So excited to be in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social! Check out “A Story about God” www.whaleroadreview.com/rinkema/
P.S. We have a virtual WRR Summer Celebration Reading coming up on Saturday, July 13, at 9 a.m. PST. Register below. We’re also open for submissions in all categories through June 15. Check out our guidelines and send us something good!
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Issue 43 ft. work by @mfitejohnson.bsky.social @trishhopkinsonpoet.bsky.social @jennifer-hecate.bsky.social @lisazerkle.bsky.social @mytwords.bsky.social...
