I submitted to this chapbook contest *because* Diane Seuss is the guest judge. Get your poems in, friends!

Breaking waves, broken heart 💙

The only place I’m finding any peace these days.

What are your favorite flash fiction publications currently open for submission?

I’ve been (re)reading East of Eden. But today I took my children to the bookstore, and I bought The Only Good Indians. I’m going to start it tomorrow morning when my anxiety wakes me up at 4:00 a.m.

I just want all of you to share your beautiful words with the world.

Grief has fucked up my nervous system so much. I don’t think it’s talked about enough. The lack of sleep, appetite, peace. It really takes a toll.

Finished my first flash fiction piece in a loooooong time a couple weeks ago. Tucked it away. Read it today and… yeah, it’s pretty good. Happy to take every win I can these days.

Not sure which one of you told Instagram about my breakup, but my feed is overflowing with breakup coaches repeating the same five mantras in front of different backgrounds. So. Yeah.

It’s wild how heartbreak makes it really hard to sleep… and also caffeine makes my anxiety ping off the charts. It’s bullshit, really.

Our April Issue is Live!

Read here: pitheadchapel.com/2024/04/01/vol…

Diane Josefowicz
John Jodzio
Matt Barrett
e nolan
@greenmachine459
Matthew Harkins
Amorak Huey
Carmen Leñero
Tyler Gebauer
Anne Gerard
Samodh Porawagamag
Dr. Sarah Etlinger

Cover art by Karen Schauber

Oh, goodness, THIS. Put it away for at least six weeks. Then read it again and I promise—PROMISE—you’ll find meaningful revisions to make.

My brain has been so hard to quiet lately. An early-morning run helps a little bit. Only a little, but hey.

Just a few days left to submit to Banshee issue 18 – send us your work by midnight on Sunday ✨

On a positive note, I made really good breakfast tacos for my kids. Shredded tofu, potato, roasted pepper cilantro crema, smashed avocado. There was much happiness.

Heartbreak is exhausting. My nervous system is fuuuuuuuucked.

My go-to book when things get tough has been the same for 25 years. East of Eden. It’s an indescribable comfort.

One of the worst things about heartbreak is how it manifests in your body. I can’t sleep, I’m not hungry, and I’m constantly hovering on the verge of tears. Grief is a real motherfucker. 💙

When I’m really sad—yeah, like right now—I find that poetry is the only thing I can read. Asking for your best recommendations for a very broken heart. 💔

I think about this often, about how absolutely true it is. Whatever it looks like for you, however you carve out the time, don’t leave this world wishing you created more of what only you can create.