Writer of short things. Reader of all things flash. Dog lover. Words in SLQ, XRAY, Flash Frog, Variant Lit, Fictive Dream, Pithead Chapel, Wigleaf. Winner of 2024 Lascaux Prize & Cambridge Prize. She/her https://www.emilyrinkema.com/
Emily Rinkema
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Oh Emily, the socks! @emilyrinkema.bsky.social
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Gorgeous writing by @bdiehl.bsky.social. The subtlety here is remarkable.
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…
This may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said about a story of mine...Thank you @cuylermeade.bsky.social...
"The roads are steep here, with a lot of curves. We’re descending." The Sand Pit by Barbara Westwood Diehl @bdiehl.bsky.social #microfiction #MIcroMonday #readingcommunity #TenYears. Please click on the link below and enjoy fictivedream.com/2026/06/08/m...
So excited to be in @whaleroadreview.bsky.social! Check out “A Story about God” www.whaleroadreview.com/rinkema/
Yes! Another banger from @emilyrinkema.bsky.social Damn...
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“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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Superb flash by @emilyrinkema.bsky.social from title to that long last sentence. Knocked me out.
Wow, this story. The foot squeeze! 🥹
Issue 43 ft. work by @thisamericanliz.bsky.social @judemarr.bsky.social @emilyrinkema.bsky.social @kdawn999.bsky.social @lisajean1015.bsky.social @patricia-caspers.bsky.social @rachelturney.bksy.social...
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…
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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…
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…
