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little spark of fire today from Kitty Saint-Remy

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January 11, 2026 at 6:06 PM
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love a piece that is exactly what it's title promises... but also so much more!
today from Sophia Tone:

Czeslaw: what is morbid is highly valued today

Emil: oh i agree, agony is the only truth

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Conversation between Insomniac Philosopher Emil Cioran and Poet Czeslaw Milosz by Sophia Tone
A dusty room, Paris, 1951. Romanian insomniac Emil Cioran is sitting on the floor tying knots with random string. Czeslaw is at the table, head in his hand. Czeslaw: what is morbid is highly valued…
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January 10, 2026 at 6:39 PM
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Wrote this partly out of my own frustration w/ what art (& academia) can offer in a rapidly dissolving society, & so it is less a solution and more a — howl
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don't really want to "give away" the ending, and everything in it is excerptable, but I'm just extra clinging onto these lines today

"Ah, these uncertain times. We remember a beauty
which can’t save us, we long for imperatives."
— Alice Wickenden

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Pondweed by Alice Wickenden
The evening of his funeral the air was like pondweed. The weather kept breaking and breaking but nothing changed. Sometimes in the middle of the day we heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking through…
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January 9, 2026 at 7:26 PM
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don't really want to "give away" the ending, and everything in it is excerptable, but I'm just extra clinging onto these lines today

"Ah, these uncertain times. We remember a beauty
which can’t save us, we long for imperatives."
— Alice Wickenden

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Pondweed by Alice Wickenden
The evening of his funeral the air was like pondweed. The weather kept breaking and breaking but nothing changed. Sometimes in the middle of the day we heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking through…
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January 9, 2026 at 6:14 PM
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one of my fave things I've published in the last few years:

"In the summer of 2020, at the height of a pandemic and a personal crisis, I began watching M*A*S*H..."

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January 8, 2026 at 3:35 PM
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Took a break from work to hit the @havehashad.com RANDOM button and stumbled into an awesome little story by Mingpei Li.

“All I have is a body. It gets dirty and needs to sleep. Sometimes I wash it and sometimes I go to sleep.”

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Outtake by Mingpei Li
After dinner, Johnny waved us into the living room and put on a new DVD he’d gotten, some teenage sitcom that was supposedly all the rage. Charles and I looked at each other, and it was as if we were...
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January 8, 2026 at 6:21 PM
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"I forgot to unmute my mic
for the whole twelve minutes;
some people said it was my
best performance."

🔥 today from Ewen Glass

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January 8, 2026 A Reading Ewen Glass I forgot to unmute my mic for the whole twelve minutes; some people said it was my best performance. I wondered if lines I edited out lived in that silence, words I could never say. I always wanted to find myself in a situation that required a wan smile. I smiled wanly and said I looked forward to not being heard again.
January 8, 2026 at 5:58 PM
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a basket of cucumbers / severed from her garden
havehashad.com HAD @havehashad.com · 10d
start the new year off with this little poem of heartbreak & beauty & hope

Bre D'Alessio South

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January 1, 2026 My therapist asks me what gives me hope this week Bre D'Alessio South I tell her about the widow behind my house. How she died three months after her husband passed. The last time I saw her she handed me a basket of cucumbers severed from her garden. Pressed on tip toes she lifted them over a shared fence line. Her eyes that permanent crinkle old people get from years of laughing at the same shared joke. I told her I would return the basket but she patted my hand and waved me off.
January 8, 2026 at 1:17 AM
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love the way Jon Lemay turns the idea of the pseudonym Alan Smithee into today's poem!

"...What I wanted wasn’t what
they wanted, but I still have to believe
it’s what you wanted—and that’s why
I even tried to begin with..."

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Self-Portrait as Alan Smithee by Jon Lemay
“Alan Smithee” is a pseudonym used by directors who refuse to be nominally associated with the final version of their film. Famous filmmakers who have had their names scrubbed from the credits of…
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January 7, 2026 at 4:12 PM
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Pretty gobsmacked to find "I woke up dead." on this list! Many thanks to @havehashad.com and @bestmicrofiction.bsky.social for the honor! Stunned by the amazing company.
January 6, 2026 at 7:35 PM
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I love a list, love a list poem, love this beautiful gem today from Aaron Rachel Selby

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January 6, 2026 you and me Aaron Rachel Selby I’m sorry I don’t compare you to pretty things. (tail lights, melting snow. there is little time and we are rushing toward its end.) here is what matters: your ankles, your hair, and the bridge of your nose. trees with low branches. the dishcloth, which is pink. the t shirt you wore yesterday. the space between our bodies. malt, copper, limestone, salmon. your face tight, laughing and your fingers tapping circles on my skin. a bridge collapsing under high winds. the space, the shrinking. your frayed watch band. your shoulders in a t shirt.
January 6, 2026 at 5:21 PM
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“16. After your mother stopped playing, I ended up buying a ball machine instead. It’s a lot different than hitting with someone else.”

This new one in @havehashad.com by @binhdaur.bsky.social really snuck up with the gut punch. Man, I love a great list story.

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Things My Father Says About Tennis by Binh Do
Bounce the ball a few times on the baseline. Hold it against your racquet. Toss it high above your head. If you do everything right, you can swing your racquet up and have the ball just screaming down...
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January 6, 2026 at 2:39 PM
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Tennis is upon us bsky.app/profile/have...
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today from Binh Do! 🎾 🎾

"4. Your grandfather and I started playing tennis after the War. There were old, rundown courts a block away from the Americans resettled us. They’re still there, I believe.

5. Plant your feet, and swing."

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Things My Father Says About Tennis by Binh Do
Bounce the ball a few times on the baseline. Hold it against your racquet. Toss it high above your head. If you do everything right, you can swing your racquet up and have the ball just screaming down…
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January 5, 2026 at 5:23 PM
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binhdaur.bsky.social
i wrote and submitted this in the bathroom of a party. 2025, what a year: moving out, playing tennis for the first time in years, witnessing djokovic still play legendary tennis, watching my parents separate, seeing a viet kid named learner tien winning left and right ... phew

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today from Binh Do! 🎾 🎾

"4. Your grandfather and I started playing tennis after the War. There were old, rundown courts a block away from the Americans resettled us. They’re still there, I believe.

5. Plant your feet, and swing."

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Things My Father Says About Tennis by Binh Do
Bounce the ball a few times on the baseline. Hold it against your racquet. Toss it high above your head. If you do everything right, you can swing your racquet up and have the ball just screaming down…
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January 5, 2026 at 6:32 PM
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today from Binh Do! 🎾 🎾

"4. Your grandfather and I started playing tennis after the War. There were old, rundown courts a block away from the Americans resettled us. They’re still there, I believe.

5. Plant your feet, and swing."

https://www.havehashad.com/hpzt7
Things My Father Says About Tennis by Binh Do
Bounce the ball a few times on the baseline. Hold it against your racquet. Toss it high above your head. If you do everything right, you can swing your racquet up and have the ball just screaming down…
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January 5, 2026 at 5:18 PM
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This new @joshuahebburn.bsky.social story rules
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new twisty, windy, fun from Joshua Hebburn! 🌮

"I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house..."

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Farewell Taco Charlie’s by Joshua Hebburn
I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house…
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January 5, 2026 at 3:24 PM
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probably bc it looked sick as hell
a headline from ZME Science showing a picture of a skull with a large nail going through it caption says Ancient Iberians Nailed Skulls to Walls — And It's Not Very Clear Why 4d
January 5, 2026 at 7:16 AM
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a wonder of a new shortie today from Ursula Carroll!

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January 4, 2026 Hooverville Ursula Carroll There is a little pile of dust in the middle of my street who whispers everyone’s name morning noon and nite and this little pile of dust doesn’t ask for much maybe a cigarette or a cup of coffee every now and then and this little pile of dust gets bigger and gets smaller depending on the weather and when it is summer it is as big as it gets and this little pile of dust will tell you good advice the kind that pisses you off and this little pile of dust seems to know an awful lot and it is about to rain so one neighbor comes out and puts a traffic cone over it to keep it safe
January 4, 2026 at 5:28 PM
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January 4, 2026 at 5:17 PM
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A short little piece you might “enjoy”, a brief respite from mounting horrors www.havehashad.com/preview/hadp...

Thanks @aaronburch.bsky.social & @havehashad.com for believing
January 3, 2026 at 3:19 PM
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Sheldon Birnie one of my faves doing it rn. So excited to get to feature this one today and share it with you all!

"Buddy walked into the lake with his shambling gait, legs struggling against the pull and push of the waves as they rolled into shore."

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Buddy’s Gone by Sheldon Birnie
Buddy walked into the lake with his shambling gait, legs struggling against the pull and push of the waves as they rolled into shore. When the water hit that belly of his, he dove in. He come back up…
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January 3, 2026 at 4:36 PM
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theweightofaletter.bsky.social
Fantastic!
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what if, indeed?!?!

new from Jared Beloff

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What if all of our doomscrolling was narrated by Werner Herzog? You hold death in your hands, the insistence of vapidity, the suburban wreckage of your brain shines brightly across the couch, your nerves splay then reduce to the involuntary scroll of your thumb. Here is a forest fire, an orangutan hopping up and down at the sight of a pretty girl on the other side of the glass. Here a child’s hand emerges from under rubble. In your surrender, you are unable to reach out so you keep scrolling. Now a farmer holds out a PVC pipe and a snake slides willingly into its capture. Now the rescued sheep trips head first back into a ditch. A stray dog breaking into a Dollar General multiple times to steal a pink stuffed animal is mistaken for love. You share the story with your wife who sits only five feet away. You forget the indifference of pixels, that the dog whose tongue lolls over the unicorn’s horn was already cruelly abandoned or perhaps running from what would subjugate him.
January 1, 2026 at 8:11 PM
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new twisty, windy, fun from Joshua Hebburn! 🌮

"I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house..."

https://www.havehashad.com/j4s05
Farewell Taco Charlie’s by Joshua Hebburn
I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house…
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January 2, 2026 at 5:25 PM
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A hopeful new one to you all.
havehashad.com HAD @havehashad.com · 10d
start the new year off with this little poem of heartbreak & beauty & hope

Bre D'Alessio South

https://www.havehashad.com/0kwmp
January 1, 2026 My therapist asks me what gives me hope this week Bre D'Alessio South I tell her about the widow behind my house. How she died three months after her husband passed. The last time I saw her she handed me a basket of cucumbers severed from her garden. Pressed on tip toes she lifted them over a shared fence line. Her eyes that permanent crinkle old people get from years of laughing at the same shared joke. I told her I would return the basket but she patted my hand and waved me off.
January 1, 2026 at 7:51 PM
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start the new year off with this little poem of heartbreak & beauty & hope

Bre D'Alessio South

https://www.havehashad.com/0kwmp
January 1, 2026 My therapist asks me what gives me hope this week Bre D'Alessio South I tell her about the widow behind my house. How she died three months after her husband passed. The last time I saw her she handed me a basket of cucumbers severed from her garden. Pressed on tip toes she lifted them over a shared fence line. Her eyes that permanent crinkle old people get from years of laughing at the same shared joke. I told her I would return the basket but she patted my hand and waved me off.
January 1, 2026 at 5:19 PM