“My mom died,” I tell the man. “And it’s not jerky, it’s a piece of two-day-old bacon.”
Tim, I'm tossing my writing in the river right alongside you. @johnjodzio.bsky.social @splitlipthemag.bsky.social
Tim, I'm tossing my writing in the river right alongside you. @johnjodzio.bsky.social @splitlipthemag.bsky.social
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Timothy C Goodwin
“They are tiny candles instead of giant torches.”
Sometimes you read a piece like this and it makes you wanna chuck all your writing into the river and try something—anything—else.
So, so, so so good.
Sometimes you read a piece like this and it makes you wanna chuck all your writing into the river and try something—anything—else.
So, so, so so good.
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