To be fair, the sky was the most apocalyptic orange color with lightning & a rainbow. (Photo does not do justice the depth of color.)

Today was one of those days where sentences dropped in, unbidden, & I had to stop what I was doing & scramble for paper & pen to catch them. A good if accidental writing day.

“It loved living on the west coast.” The perfect poem to usher in spooky season by Jose Hernandez Diaz

Doing the Lord’s work at the MN State Fair

The September issue of Pithead Chapel! I love this one!

Happy Submission Day to all who celebrate

Have subscribed to The Washington Post since they went behind a paywall, but tonite I canceled. Democracy dies with bad-faith journalism.

Woke up from a nightmare/horror-story idea when the bedroom door slammed shut from the breeze. It jarred husband awake also. Today he confessed he saw a dark figure fade out at the foot of the bed as he came to. What a warm welcome to spooky season.

This article has had reason to be published 37 times & at some point it’s gonna start making people question the effectiveness of thoughts & prayers.

“It’s best to avoid Destin in August because of the red tide. It’s best to avoid it in September because of all the hurricanes bearing the names of women who are no good for you.” Catching up on bookmarked pieces & was wowed by this taut story from @joekap46

Tfw you earn a 💀 but not really because it’s your friend’s story.

Belly butterflies as I prep to teach a new class tonight (imposter syndrome is real even though I know my stuff). So for anyone who needs this reminder: pushing against discomfort is how we grow. 🦋

I can’t watch.

Another stunner from Claire Wahmanholm

Slowly making my way through the beauties in this first issue of Literary Namjooning | Subs Closed!!

“Our research has proven that spines…are indeed flexible and can be, with practice and dedication, molded into a question mark, a candy cane, or, in their most sophisticated form, a fish hook.” Sorry about the PT but thanks for the laugh Double J Cox 🦓.

I love that The Cure appear to have announced the release date of their first new album in 16 years with a single poster outside the local pub they played their first gig at in 1978.

Another brilliant flash from the one & only Barlow Adams: “…the blinking neon sign outside that is supposed to say Ramen but the R burned out and now prays off-and-on all night long but nobody hears.”