Blink

Blink is an experimental literary magazine that accepts submissions of fiction, nonfiction and poetry that do not exceed fifty words. We tweet, too.

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It Took This | Liz Blood

1999: “You need some meat on those bones,” my grandmother Mumsey says. I mumble a yes and stare down. My cheeks glow red. 2006: Mumsey, wrinkled and grey, lays sunken into her hospital bed. She refuses food and, for the first time ever, I recognize something we share in common.

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Three Paradoxes | Joe Bonomo

I love listening to rock & roll / I have perfect hearing. When the doctor told me, I was more than a little surprised. I love seeing rock & roll shows / I hate ringing ears. The fog, the fog. I love rock & roll / I love quiet. Shh.

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the Centipedes moved from the Shower to the Sink

The commute is shorter. The centipedes moved from the shower to the sink, waving straw hats from train windows.

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Cream | Erica McKeehen

ceramic offwhite clouds in coffee whipped vanilla ice cream orange creamsicle swirl bare thighs neutral paint young skin decadadent whole rich sauce masking tape sticky fluids Mother's formal dress undergarments bodily crevices listening to Cream with Clapton fresh and smooth like a warm Easter morning

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Moment of Crisis | Emily Bihl

She throws herself into a wild tarantella; It is a question of happiness. It is a question of finance. And the road sign in the armory Is pointing to red satin shirts Shoulds the cuff be let down, Do you think. Because we only live once.

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Untitled | Felicia Daase

You ache for the honest chime escaping his lips. "Hold your breath" he sings, "and you will hear whispers of swirling dreams. Keep your melody near, clench your fingertips to the palms of your hand. Watch as the orchestra strains sweep you away as sparkling, disjointed floating traces of gold."

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bricks | Ami Iannone

I wanted to push those bricks back together                  cement their fissures       repair their erosion of time           use a steam roller to seal them in a moment           somewhere before they'd learned of pain and division.