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a creative space for the place (in) between. quarterly online space publishing works by queer/trans/Mad/disabled creators. submissions currently CLOSED paying market 💖 EIC: @cavar.bsky.social Managing Ed: @joyce.fyi https://manyworlds.place

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new zine in the shop!! $2 each + ships globally 🩷

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ICYMI!!

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My piece, Hole in the Ground, is featured in this issue! So happy to be a part of this wonderful project

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I did one of these before and it was really fun. I might do it again.

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Excited to be featured again in @manyworlds.place 🪟

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These pieces and so many more dot our wonderful February issue –– check it out, share with friends, and mark your calendars...we open again March 1!

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A tan, paper-textured image with brown accents. The words “CELEBRATING OBESITY!” sit at the top in a large bubble font. A round botanical drawing is faded into the background of the image. Two round abstract shapes almost like a person kneeling frame the top paragraph. The text reads, in alternating cursive and bubble fonts: “You are invited—cordially of course—to the wedding of A.C.D & THE FAT THAT HANGS OFF HER BULGING STOMACH. On the EVERY DAY of the EVERY MONTH of the EVERY YEAR. At THE SOFT FEELING OF SUNLIGHT DANCING ACROSS HER EXPOSED THIGHS. Join the 300 POUNDS OF WONDERFUL, UNDULATING FLESH for a night to remember and a large, full life to treasure. The DENSITY OF LOVE, the WEIGHT OF HUMOR, and the HEAVINESS OF SPIRIT to follow. P.S. All gifts in the form of advice, diet pills, or similar smelling bullshit will be torn open and stabbed with a thin person’s fragile rib. P.P.S. The happy couple is only accepting well wishes, poor wishes or any wishes in between in the form of COLD HARD CASH. P.P.P.S. Pay up, shut up, crack like the twig you are.”

A tan, paper-textured image with brown accents. The words “CELEBRATING OBESITY!” sit at the top in a large bubble font. A round botanical drawing is faded into the background of the image. Two round abstract shapes almost like a person kneeling frame the top paragraph. The text reads, in alternating cursive and bubble fonts: “You are invited—cordially of course—to the wedding of A.C.D & THE FAT THAT HANGS OFF HER BULGING STOMACH. On the EVERY DAY of the EVERY MONTH of the EVERY YEAR. At THE SOFT FEELING OF SUNLIGHT DANCING ACROSS HER EXPOSED THIGHS. Join the 300 POUNDS OF WONDERFUL, UNDULATING FLESH for a night to remember and a large, full life to treasure. The DENSITY OF LOVE, the WEIGHT OF HUMOR, and the HEAVINESS OF SPIRIT to follow. P.S. All gifts in the form of advice, diet pills, or similar smelling bullshit will be torn open and stabbed with a thin person’s fragile rib. P.P.S. The happy couple is only accepting well wishes, poor wishes or any wishes in between in the form of COLD HARD CASH. P.P.P.S. Pay up, shut up, crack like the twig you are.”

@acd.works's "CELEBRATING OBESITY" was our first acceptance for this issue, and an enthusiastic one –– a satirical + deeply serious piece on self-love and a refusal of anti-fatness.

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Elbow
I’m no good at licking my elbows, have less luck connecting with strangers. Outside,

across the street there are two stick-like poshes with their elbows stuffed in each other’s mouths, licking with tongue and even a light nibble

of teeth. I’m sick with jealousy but also affronted by such public displays of distasteful interaction. So I go out, in my waiter garb,

and I stipple my feet up to their table, demand them to disconnect. They do but they look at me

with the coldest expression. I instantly regret my existence, start backing into the street like a drunk pigeon. Everybody has

the coldest of faces. My boss is shaking his head, not in anger, but in an inconvenient grief like at a funeral for a relative you didn’t

know well. I’m fired.

Elbow I’m no good at licking my elbows, have less luck connecting with strangers. Outside, across the street there are two stick-like poshes with their elbows stuffed in each other’s mouths, licking with tongue and even a light nibble of teeth. I’m sick with jealousy but also affronted by such public displays of distasteful interaction. So I go out, in my waiter garb, and I stipple my feet up to their table, demand them to disconnect. They do but they look at me with the coldest expression. I instantly regret my existence, start backing into the street like a drunk pigeon. Everybody has the coldest of faces. My boss is shaking his head, not in anger, but in an inconvenient grief like at a funeral for a relative you didn’t know well. I’m fired.

@odinmeadows.bsky.social, a returning contributor, brings us two short pieces, written with his trademark strangeness.

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Tell me that the kids don’t know where potatoes come from. Tell them it’s from the earth and they might not eat anymore. Kids don’t eat enough dirt anymore. Me? I’m about as butch as a girl-child making a mudcake. This is how to play house. We’re all the mom but you can be the dad. There’s a dog that’s also a cat. The children are all well fed. There is a rosebush and also a clover garden. One bedroom. This is where you can keep your things in my life. (In the bottom left drawer.) Fold it next to my boyhood and I will hold it against my chest when you leave. This is where I keep my toothbrush and you can keep yours next to mine. This is how you time travel. This is how you look back with feeling. This is how to open the garage door from the inside. Teach me how to drive and I’ll teach you something about poetry. This is how to find the center of gravity. It’s between your ear and your chin. It’s the distance between us October-June. This is how to do laundry together and yes, I will remember the dryer sheets. I know about the oat milk in the morning, the reality tv before bed. This is how to be a boy. It requires a lot of blush. Add mascara to your mustache. This is how to be a girl. I know a thing or two about it. Tell me about the girl from high school. Tell me about your name and I’ll tell you about my mother. This is how to lick the floorboards, Andrea Gibson. I’m on WikiHow every night figuring out how to tell you. This is How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, Kate Hudson. This is how to. This is something I can’t explain in words so let’s transcend language, let’s press our foreheads together, let’s call it even.

Tell me that the kids don’t know where potatoes come from. Tell them it’s from the earth and they might not eat anymore. Kids don’t eat enough dirt anymore. Me? I’m about as butch as a girl-child making a mudcake. This is how to play house. We’re all the mom but you can be the dad. There’s a dog that’s also a cat. The children are all well fed. There is a rosebush and also a clover garden. One bedroom. This is where you can keep your things in my life. (In the bottom left drawer.) Fold it next to my boyhood and I will hold it against my chest when you leave. This is where I keep my toothbrush and you can keep yours next to mine. This is how you time travel. This is how you look back with feeling. This is how to open the garage door from the inside. Teach me how to drive and I’ll teach you something about poetry. This is how to find the center of gravity. It’s between your ear and your chin. It’s the distance between us October-June. This is how to do laundry together and yes, I will remember the dryer sheets. I know about the oat milk in the morning, the reality tv before bed. This is how to be a boy. It requires a lot of blush. Add mascara to your mustache. This is how to be a girl. I know a thing or two about it. Tell me about the girl from high school. Tell me about your name and I’ll tell you about my mother. This is how to lick the floorboards, Andrea Gibson. I’m on WikiHow every night figuring out how to tell you. This is How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, Kate Hudson. This is how to. This is something I can’t explain in words so let’s transcend language, let’s press our foreheads together, let’s call it even.

@ashtonistyping.bsky.social demonstrates their brilliant flash skills with Neither, Both, a critique of social commonsense and gesture of hope toward something better.

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on a whited-out background reading:

alienation echo

The
inadequacy of language
is extended
where words are a refuge

retreat to the wilderness

fairy tales and
history
the duplicity of language
fiction, developing a series
of love triangles.

on a whited-out background reading: alienation echo The inadequacy of language is extended where words are a refuge retreat to the wilderness fairy tales and history the duplicity of language fiction, developing a series of love triangles.

@joannemerriam.bsky.social's erasures reflect the "inadequacy of language" as well as the possibilities located within the creative imagination.

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two locks latched means
everyone’s still tucked inside
buried deep, closed up,

except a crack in my upstairs window
balancing the dusty heat with outside air

where the first late snow drowns
the black twisted stalks of
peas, strawberries, tomatoes

strangled fruits clawing up from a pale grave
stewing in their dark plastic pots since June.

even once softly tended peppers
dangle rotting from their vine.

two locks latched means everyone’s still tucked inside buried deep, closed up, except a crack in my upstairs window balancing the dusty heat with outside air where the first late snow drowns the black twisted stalks of peas, strawberries, tomatoes strangled fruits clawing up from a pale grave stewing in their dark plastic pots since June. even once softly tended peppers dangle rotting from their vine.

@kmbezner.bsky.social's "This Morning My Coffee Is Bitter" is evocative and claustrophobic, rich with color and imagery.

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issue 11

Dandelion Jester
The Monster Was Only A Child

Robin Kapon
bb my step is a terrifyd sprint

Obstreperous Allotrope
a word for my caregiver

KM Bezner
this morning my coffee is bitter

Mei Backof
Do Stop Asking, Please

Joanne Merriam
Three Erasure Pieces
 alienation echo
 Competing with churches for the imagination of present-day
 metamorphosis (chrysalis)

ju(mia)
for Brother Marcellus Williams – may he know life in death

Ashton Freeman
Neither, Both

Odin Meadows
Two Pieces
 Elbow
 gor(g)e(ore)

a.c.d
CELEBRATING OBESITY

Jacob Nye
Hole in the Ground

Nonbeaunary
You Are Not My Mother (for Alison Bechdel)

issue 11 Dandelion Jester The Monster Was Only A Child Robin Kapon bb my step is a terrifyd sprint Obstreperous Allotrope a word for my caregiver KM Bezner this morning my coffee is bitter Mei Backof Do Stop Asking, Please Joanne Merriam Three Erasure Pieces alienation echo Competing with churches for the imagination of present-day metamorphosis (chrysalis) ju(mia) for Brother Marcellus Williams – may he know life in death Ashton Freeman Neither, Both Odin Meadows Two Pieces Elbow gor(g)e(ore) a.c.d CELEBRATING OBESITY Jacob Nye Hole in the Ground Nonbeaunary You Are Not My Mother (for Alison Bechdel)

Welcome to issue 11! It shaped up to be thick with liberatory gestures – on disability, fatness, Blackness, youth, and more.

Creatives across/against genre and medium tackle pressing issues of disposibility and resistance.

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Some highlights:

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Eyyy check out my dinosaur poem

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“I have three mud crabs from the Maroochy River rattling about in the freezer, undergoing euthanasia.”

Thus begins this stunning collab between @pleomorphic2.bsky.social and @kathrynreese.bsky.social in @manyworlds.place!

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Defamiliar by Bogi Takács - manywor(l)ds :: place The oral cavity as a container to deposit round lumps of grapes, the jaw turning on hinges – crush, clamp shut –; the body as a locus of defamiliarization, the limbs splitting apart into smaller multi...

"Defamiliar" in @manyworlds.place -

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Disability-related and it's about defamiliarization, supposedly one of the key tools in the toolbox of speculative literature. Or just reality, you know

01.12.2025 22:38 👍 2 🔁 1 💬 1 📌 0

If you liked my piece in Inner Worlds, consider checking out "Mind Palace v1.2.1," my experimental flash piece recently published in @manyworlds.place! Text-based indie horror game meets the violence our healthcare system inflicts on its workers.

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Sixty One Weeks, Three Days After The Concussion by Jade Kleiner - manywor(l)ds :: place The Hitachi on my clit is boring. My orgasm is juicy and boring, I think of CVS. The cooing and cuddling is my favorite part and for the last four months it’s been boring. I want to talk about how muc...

4. And that must mean sometimes art and sex is not transcendent. Sometimes “My orgasm is juicy and boring. I think of CVS.” Jade Kleiner’s “Sixty One Weeks, Three Days After The Concussion.” In @manyworlds.place.

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"The world isn’t ending. A world is ending. Our job is to midwife the next one."

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this is a very important part of her legacy, her support for Palestine. one of the things i will always remember is that one of Dr. Refaat Alareer’s last liked posts on Twitter before it turned into x and removed like history is a photo of Alice.

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New flash piece out in manywor(l)ds today about the severe and lasting trauma healthcare workers experience on a daily basis. What if there was a way to compartmentalize those experiences digitally? Nothing bad could come of that, right?

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Sunday evening…what’s for dinner at yours? I’ve been in the kitchen with @pleomorphic2.bsky.social cooking up 🦀 🦀🦀

Thanks @manyworlds.place for giving this recipe a home 💚

Thanks @pleomorphic2.bsky.social for collaborating 💛 You’re entirely delicious 💛

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BIG congrats to manyworlds contribs @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social, @selizabeth.bsky.social, and Yufan Lu!!!! <3 we love beestung so much.

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Lesson 3.14, Time by Gaby V. Everett - manywor(l)ds :: place Now that we have finished our unit on time, it’s time to review what you’ve learned.

And a wildly inventive nonfiction piece by @wigleaf.bsky.social Top 50 awardee Gaby V. Everett.

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Mind Palace v1.2.1 by RJ Aurand - manywor(l)ds :: place MIND PALACE High-fidelity memory quarantine for healthcare personnel Copyright 20XX all rights reserved v1.2.1

We also have an experimental speculative narrative about trauma and memory by @rjaurand.bsky.social.

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A ( )en Body Comes to Shore
by Haley Bossé

Because the shore is an alarm set just loud enough to break my fugue, I silence it but don’t go back to sleep.

Because I wake with pounding everywhere, the doctor is unsure how to classify the (        ). Because I reclassify my (     ) as boring, I can’t rest long enough to unmatter it from my brain.

Because I cannot rest, I muster up the anti-spoons to spiral out while workshopping. Workshopping, I spiral into pain until it pops and coats me with its whiteworms.

My sister texts to let me know she’s visiting. I let her know she’s visiting without telling her I’m     (      ). While visiting, she’s (      ).

A ( )en Body Comes to Shore by Haley Bossé Because the shore is an alarm set just loud enough to break my fugue, I silence it but don’t go back to sleep. Because I wake with pounding everywhere, the doctor is unsure how to classify the ( ). Because I reclassify my ( ) as boring, I can’t rest long enough to unmatter it from my brain. Because I cannot rest, I muster up the anti-spoons to spiral out while workshopping. Workshopping, I spiral into pain until it pops and coats me with its whiteworms. My sister texts to let me know she’s visiting. I let her know she’s visiting without telling her I’m ( ). While visiting, she’s ( ).

We're incredibly excited about all of the pieces in this issue, including Haley Bossé's piece, "A ( )en Body Comes to Shore."

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Having learned, along with the rest of our community members, about the tragic passing of disabled oracle and activist @sfdirewolf.bsky.social, I'd like to think of this particular issue of manywor(l)ds as dedicated to Alice, and the disabled worlds she helped make possible.

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“Triceracopter,” a life-sized statute of a dinosaur-helicopter hybrid, lives in the University of Cincinnati Library. It was created by Patricia Renick, built out of a helicopter used and scarred in the Vietnam War.

“Triceracopter,” a life-sized statute of a dinosaur-helicopter hybrid, lives in the University of Cincinnati Library. It was created by Patricia Renick, built out of a helicopter used and scarred in the Vietnam War.

We are so excited to share issue 10 with you, featuring brilliant creatives like @blackcattales.bsky.social, @kathrynreese.bsky.social, @pleomorphic2.bsky.social, @dihyatamaghza.bsky.social, @rjaurand.bsky.social, and more!

(anti-war dinosaur courtesy of Emma Johnson-Rivard)

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SPIRITUALISM by Nathan Erwin - manywor(l)ds :: place Past the narrows to Upper Canandaigua, I was drowning. Water flooded my mind praying for a story of recovery to be written on its surface. Behind me the water lilies lifted their heads. My truck’s lig...

Nathan Erwin's "SPIRITUALISM" reflects on Erwin's longstanding and intimate relationship with land-based activism. Erwin's work can also be found in @ninthletter.bsky.social, @terrainorg.bsky.social, @shopoetryjournal.bsky.social, and elsewhere.

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Iconostasis: Between the cypress trees and the oceans. Between the sanctuary and the nave. by Spencer Nitkey - manywor(l)ds :: place I. Christ. But not as we know him. As his father knew him. As a child smeared with shit. As a crying infant with a voice so loud it cracks the skins of his starving parents. Christ tries to shove rock...

Spencer Nitkey @spencerwriting.bsky.social, a repeat contributor to manywor(l)ds, renders a myth of the historical jesus and his family as we've never seen it before. Nitkey's work can also be found in @apexmag.bsky.social, @cosmorama.bsky.social, and elsewhere.

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Se Sonhar é Uma Flor (If Dreaming is a Flower) by C. Suttee - manywor(l)ds :: place The Hubble Space telescope turns off passing over my head as I prune cosmos flowers.1 They are little orange radio telescopes and my body intercepts the signal.2 I am feverishly, barely awake, a spinn...

C. Suttee's "Se Sonhar é Uma Flor (If Dreaming is a Flower)" is an experimental essay whose beauty rests, in part, in its footnotes.

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