sarah lynn hurd

I fear bothering people to an unhealthy extent, like, there's this little mental nudge I have to give myself to *heart a stranger's post* online (amongst MANY other things). It's some strange irrational whisper that I might be bothering them in some way and it gives me pause what is wrong with meee

"This story is leaning too close to a stranger and laughing at things that aren't funny."

This story unfolds in the most sublime and devastating of ways.

Hand holding the novel Tinkers by Paul Harding

“I am a tinker; the moon is an egg glowing in its nest of leafless trees—“

lovely, whimsical, yearning, vast

Would've loved to go to AWP this year but I (a) spent the money on grad school apps instead (exciting news to share abt that soon) and (b) I've been down bad with an evil, evil cold this week, so I suppose I'm exactly where I need to be! I hope you're all having a beautiful time (:

Couldn't imagine a more beautiful, sun-drenched February day for drinks and Swan Lake with the Gals this eve <3

something about "...and then laid on our backs on the floor." really hits for me

"The growing moonbounce of his walk, his arms slightly levitating off the dinner table when we ate together."

Love love love this surreal and yet all too real piece by @iamchrisscott.bsky.social

Excited to be bringing four new @mooncitypress.bsky.social
titles to the @awpwriter.org conference: a new issue of
@mooncityreview.bsky.social and new books by @ifeoluwaayandele.bsky.social, @joelhans.com, and
@kimmagowan.bsky.social.

Today I'm thinking of February rain, tungsten-hued highways on early morning commutes, a Monster energy drink poured into a nondescript insulated mug so observers don't know you're drinking a Monster, chartreuse sweaters, magenta suede Mary Janes, the awful things, the awful people, and the good.

RIP Bud Court—Harold and Maude was extremely important to me as an insufferable goth child.

The pink skyline brushing along snow in the park across from my house this morning reminds me that the days will get longer again, that they already are.

Oh, I'm feeling anxious in my body, mind, and soul? More caffeine will definitely help !

"Now everyone’s heads are like wasp nests buzzing with alarm—the blustering abroad, the vengeance at home, the ever-metastasizing conspiracy theories."

Yet another haunting and deeply poignant story by the talented @jaimegill.bsky.social. I wish this one felt more like fiction.

Wow I’m so grateful for this community! Thank you Matt and Chris for including me here. Be sure to check out the full list!

Thank you thank you thank you @iamchrisscott.bsky.social and @mattkendrick.bsky.social for highlighting me! Seriously honored to be included here <3

So strange, it's nowhere to be seen for me!

Once again said “strip club” when I meant “strip mall” during a corporate water-cooler convo oops!

Matt, thank you so much for your always generous words!

"A woman circles the track at the YMCA after work, around and around like a mouse on a wheel. Not a hamster, like one might expect"

Wonderful writing from @sarlynh.bsky.social, the way this stays so taut and pulls a reader from beginning to end; brilliant emotional exploration at its core

Renee Nicole Good, murdered by ICE, was a prize-winning poet. Here’s that poem. Renee Nicole Good, 37, mother to a six-year-old boy, was murdered earlier today by an ICE agent in Minneapolis, a few blocks from her home. According to the Minnesota Star Tribune: [An ICE agent] s…

“i want back my rocking chairs, / solipsist sunsets, / & coastal jungle sounds...”

A poem by Renee Nicole Good, who was murdered by ICE earlier today.

lithub.com/renee-nicole...

🫶🫶🫶

Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Dan!

"She wonders what the mice think about when they run. Is it instinct? Boredom? Do they know they’re not going anywhere, not really?"

Big love for this brilliant piece of writing by @sarlynh.bsky.social 💙💙💙

The Liminal Space of the Track at a Tri-City YMCA — Ghost Parachute A woman circles the track at the YMCA after work, around and around like a mouse on a wheel. Not a hamster, like one might expect. She’s far more mouse-like—anxious, prone to tachycardia, most active ...

Read "The Liminal Space of the Track at a Tri-City YMCA" written by @sarlynh.bsky.social and illustrated by Brett J Barr.

"A woman circles the track at the YMCA after work, around and around like a mouse on a wheel."

tinyurl.com/2pyxennd

Thank you so much, Chris! That means a lot :')

January 2026 Issue — Ghost Parachute

The January 2026 issue of Ghost Parachute is here!

Cover illustrated by @genevievetyrrell.bsky.social.

tinyurl.com/ams8we9k

The Liminal Space of the Track at a Tri-City YMCA — Ghost Parachute A woman circles the track at the YMCA after work, around and around like a mouse on a wheel. Not a hamster, like one might expect. She’s far more mouse-like—anxious, prone to tachycardia, most active ...

Couldn’t be happier for my first pub of the year to appear in Ghost Parachute! Thank you @brettpribble.bsky.social and wow what lovely illustration by Brett J Barr.

ghostparachute.com/issue/januar...

They’re far too photogenic for their own good (and for my already dire phone storage capacity)

Black cat (named Flora!) curled up in sage bedding

Look too, at this!

Calico cat (named Zula!) curled up in mauve bed sheets

Look at this :’)