Writer. Teacher. Founder and Editor-in-chief of Ghost Parachute literary journal. Inflatable flamingo supervisor. I knew a girl once.
Brett Pribble
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Read "Lullabies from the Gullet of a Pitcher Plant" written by Haley Hartman and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.
"One beetle. My first. Shiny and black. It shimmied down my windpipe, tiny legs like a staccato earthquake. My insides clenched. Growled..."
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Brett Pribble
Read "Death With" written by
@renukarag.bsky.social and illustrated by Brett J Barr.
"The fence accepts us after a fraught negotiation of wire and skin, a cold bite at my wrist."
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Read "Self-Portrait as Banksy’s Flower Thrower" written by
@kiptain.bsky.social and illustrated by Brett J Barr.
"I can feel the weight of the bricks and mortar at my back that hold me upright, the smoothness of the plaster that makes up the sky all around me..."
tinyurl.com/mude5cc5
Read "Selkies" written by Kevin Spaide and illustrated by
@brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.
"Driving those rutted back lanes along the coast you would find places I swear did not exist until we got out of the truck, the wind blowing over the dunes, cows wandering the beach..."
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Read "The Woman My Husband Loved Before He Loved Me" written by Andrea Lewis and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.
"My husband wants to take our daughters to the zoo, but I am too nicely dressed for the zoo."
tinyurl.com/382vz5ka
Read "Mother’s Little Helper" written by
@jhhwriter.bsky.social and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.
"Mom’s unemployment ran out and her boyfriend found her a job at a local factory installing the flashing lights on emergency vehicles."
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Read "Egret Girl" written by @swethaamit.bsky.social and illustrated by @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social.
"After my thirteenth birthday, Pa abandoned us for a much younger woman. When he left, Ma enforced the rules."
tinyurl.com/mtrfknxu
Read "Alligator Envy" written by Scott Bolendz and illustrated by @amymarques.bsky.social.
"One’s missing a hind leg, the other an eye. The alligators lie on the spring grass by the lake behind our house."
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Read "Inside The Boar’s Head" written by @deniseb.bsky.social
and illustrated Brett J Barr.
"We sniff out our old trails, scents lingering from before they arrived, before they destroyed our homeland to build their own."
tinyurl.com/3dmmp23x
Read "Recovery V" written by @patriciaqbidar.bsky.social and illustrated by Brett J Barr.
"She is fine, the nurse has assured him. And why would she lie? Joanna’s surgery is done."
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One beetle. My first. Shiny and black. It shimmied down my windpipe, tiny legs like a staccato earthquake. My insides clenched. Growled. Tremored, creating tiny water rings through my digestive fluids...
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I She is fine, the nurse has assured him. And why would she lie? Joanna’s surgery is done. Hugh sits with her afterward in the recovery room. It is night and the rain mists down under the lights. The ...
The fence accepts us after a fraught negotiation of wire and skin, a cold bite at my wrist. Diya goes first. At twenty-six, my elder sister moves like someone who stopped being afraid of the dark long...
Mom’s unemployment ran out and her boyfriend found her a job at a local factory installing the flashing lights on emergency vehicles. On her first shift she nicked a portable one and placed it on our ...
tinyurl.com
I live a two-dimensional life, and yet I have mass. I can feel the weight of the bricks and mortar at my back that hold me upright, the smoothness of the plaster that makes up the sky all around me an...
Driving those rutted back lanes along the coast you would find places I swear did not exist until we got out of the truck, the wind blowing over the dunes, cows wandering the beach, shitting and lowin...
My husband wants to take our daughters to the zoo, but I am too nicely dressed for the zoo. We have come from church, and I am wearing good alligator pumps with new sheer hosiery in a shade called Fre...
One’s missing a hind leg, the other an eye. The alligators lie on the spring grass by the lake behind our house. My house now. Their ragged bodies are pressed close together, like an old couple. Homer...
After my thirteenth birthday, Pa abandoned us for a much younger woman. When he left, Ma enforced the rules. “Do not let your hair down. Do not wear clothes that expose your cleavage or skin. Do not g...
tinyurl.com
We watch them from the forest undergrowth. They park their hulking metal machines on top of the ancient pathways our ancestors trod. We sniff out our old trails, scents lingering from before they arri...
