'We discover a key in our deceased mother's dresser drawer...'
Fantastic #micromemoir by @lizdebeerwriter.bsky.social @fiveminutelit.bsky.social
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Fantastic #micromemoir by @lizdebeerwriter.bsky.social @fiveminutelit.bsky.social
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"Who Knows?" by Liz deBeer, whose work has appeared in Fictive Dream, Bull, Brevity Blog, and other journals. Her debut chapbook Farewell to Emptiness is available from @thirtywestph.com
September 22, 2026 at 12:35 PM
'We discover a key in our deceased mother's dresser drawer...'
Fantastic #micromemoir by @lizdebeerwriter.bsky.social @fiveminutelit.bsky.social
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Fantastic #micromemoir by @lizdebeerwriter.bsky.social @fiveminutelit.bsky.social
#writingcommunity
she comes in from the snow
soaked to the bone
sets her mittens on the radiator
“Done for the day?”
“Nope. Need new mittens. Bye!”
#dailyhaikuprompt #Mittens #NotAHaiku #Memoir #MicroMemoir #Parenting #Parenthood #Memory #WritingCommunity #JustWrite #BlueskyPoets
soaked to the bone
sets her mittens on the radiator
“Done for the day?”
“Nope. Need new mittens. Bye!”
#dailyhaikuprompt #Mittens #NotAHaiku #Memoir #MicroMemoir #Parenting #Parenthood #Memory #WritingCommunity #JustWrite #BlueskyPoets
May 23, 2026 at 12:58 PM
she comes in from the snow
soaked to the bone
sets her mittens on the radiator
“Done for the day?”
“Nope. Need new mittens. Bye!”
#dailyhaikuprompt #Mittens #NotAHaiku #Memoir #MicroMemoir #Parenting #Parenthood #Memory #WritingCommunity #JustWrite #BlueskyPoets
soaked to the bone
sets her mittens on the radiator
“Done for the day?”
“Nope. Need new mittens. Bye!”
#dailyhaikuprompt #Mittens #NotAHaiku #Memoir #MicroMemoir #Parenting #Parenthood #Memory #WritingCommunity #JustWrite #BlueskyPoets
Last day of the Micromemoir Marathon! Ends at midnight EDT (GMT -4). Go for it! fiveminutelit.com/marathon
May 31, 2026 at 11:00 AM
Last day of the Micromemoir Marathon! Ends at midnight EDT (GMT -4). Go for it! fiveminutelit.com/marathon
The glitches started small. $5 here and there, always in the strangest of ways.
Then money started showing up in my bank account. 🧵
#VSS365 - Glitch
#MicroMemoir #Memoir
#Manifesting #ThoughtJournal
#WritingCommunity
Then money started showing up in my bank account. 🧵
#VSS365 - Glitch
#MicroMemoir #Memoir
#Manifesting #ThoughtJournal
#WritingCommunity
May 29, 2025 at 12:05 AM
The glitches started small. $5 here and there, always in the strangest of ways.
Then money started showing up in my bank account. 🧵
#VSS365 - Glitch
#MicroMemoir #Memoir
#Manifesting #ThoughtJournal
#WritingCommunity
Then money started showing up in my bank account. 🧵
#VSS365 - Glitch
#MicroMemoir #Memoir
#Manifesting #ThoughtJournal
#WritingCommunity
Healing from trauma is a long, slow realization that becomes more embodied as you become disciplined in self-forgiveness.
Here's how I've been observing that cycle in myself recently... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Forgiveness #cPTSD
#TraumaHealing #MicroMemoir
Here's how I've been observing that cycle in myself recently... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Forgiveness #cPTSD
#TraumaHealing #MicroMemoir
November 18, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Healing from trauma is a long, slow realization that becomes more embodied as you become disciplined in self-forgiveness.
Here's how I've been observing that cycle in myself recently... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Forgiveness #cPTSD
#TraumaHealing #MicroMemoir
Here's how I've been observing that cycle in myself recently... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #Forgiveness #cPTSD
#TraumaHealing #MicroMemoir
When I was six years old, I watched the neighbor jump to his death, and I felt relieved to know, then, that you could always choose to take your own life.
I observed the memory in hindsight for 28 years before wondering why a child would be relieved.
#VSS365 #BlueskyRelay #MicroMemoir
I observed the memory in hindsight for 28 years before wondering why a child would be relieved.
#VSS365 #BlueskyRelay #MicroMemoir
April 7, 2025 at 8:44 PM
When I was six years old, I watched the neighbor jump to his death, and I felt relieved to know, then, that you could always choose to take your own life.
I observed the memory in hindsight for 28 years before wondering why a child would be relieved.
#VSS365 #BlueskyRelay #MicroMemoir
I observed the memory in hindsight for 28 years before wondering why a child would be relieved.
#VSS365 #BlueskyRelay #MicroMemoir
My 100-word piece "Scarring" is featured today on Five Minute Lit. Would love feedback.
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#writing #writingcommunity #author #100words #CVID #literary #Dis #ChronicIllness #rareDisease #InvisibleIllness #memoir #micromemoir
A tiny finger softly traces craters dotting the crook of my right arm as we wait for the summer camp bus. —"Scarring" by @sherylstein.bsky.social
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April 23, 2025 at 11:55 AM
My 100-word piece "Scarring" is featured today on Five Minute Lit. Would love feedback.
#writing #writingcommunity #author #100words #CVID #literary #Dis #ChronicIllness #rareDisease #InvisibleIllness #memoir #micromemoir
#writing #writingcommunity #author #100words #CVID #literary #Dis #ChronicIllness #rareDisease #InvisibleIllness #memoir #micromemoir
The brother—
scuttling around
in the attic.
The sister—
a lunatic, muttering to herself,
living on the streets.
We don't talk about it.
Be very sure,
you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 about it.
Simply pretend
they are not our own.
I suppose they've died;
no one's ever said.
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet
#MicroMemoir
scuttling around
in the attic.
The sister—
a lunatic, muttering to herself,
living on the streets.
We don't talk about it.
Be very sure,
you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 about it.
Simply pretend
they are not our own.
I suppose they've died;
no one's ever said.
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet
#MicroMemoir
October 29, 2025 at 9:55 PM
The brother—
scuttling around
in the attic.
The sister—
a lunatic, muttering to herself,
living on the streets.
We don't talk about it.
Be very sure,
you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 about it.
Simply pretend
they are not our own.
I suppose they've died;
no one's ever said.
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet
#MicroMemoir
scuttling around
in the attic.
The sister—
a lunatic, muttering to herself,
living on the streets.
We don't talk about it.
Be very sure,
you 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 about it.
Simply pretend
they are not our own.
I suppose they've died;
no one's ever said.
#Poetry #Poem #SkyPoet
#MicroMemoir
#MicroMemoir technically applies I guess. 😂
In 2008, as I was graduating HS, the theater department went to NYC to see Phantom of the Opera and generally stomp around the city.
My best friend and I went to the M&M store, and on the bus ride home he drove our teacher nuuuuts by quoting Greg the Bunny every time he got a green M&M. 😂
My best friend and I went to the M&M store, and on the bus ride home he drove our teacher nuuuuts by quoting Greg the Bunny every time he got a green M&M. 😂
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July 17, 2026 at 5:02 PM
#MicroMemoir technically applies I guess. 😂
In my experience, déjà vu is a breadcrumb.
A memory, a past version of you tucked into the folds of time—on purpose.
You caught a glimpse of the future.
🧵
#BlueskyRelay 6/4 déjà vu
#Memoir #MicroMemoir
#ThoughtJournal
A memory, a past version of you tucked into the folds of time—on purpose.
You caught a glimpse of the future.
🧵
#BlueskyRelay 6/4 déjà vu
#Memoir #MicroMemoir
#ThoughtJournal
June 6, 2025 at 5:32 PM
In my experience, déjà vu is a breadcrumb.
A memory, a past version of you tucked into the folds of time—on purpose.
You caught a glimpse of the future.
🧵
#BlueskyRelay 6/4 déjà vu
#Memoir #MicroMemoir
#ThoughtJournal
A memory, a past version of you tucked into the folds of time—on purpose.
You caught a glimpse of the future.
🧵
#BlueskyRelay 6/4 déjà vu
#Memoir #MicroMemoir
#ThoughtJournal
Once upon a time, teenage me was at a pet store when a five- or six-year-old pressed his face against a cage and excitedly asked his mom what the floofy creature was.
“It’s a chinchilla,” she said.
“OOOOOOO, CHURRILLA!!” he growled.
They’ve been churrillas to me ever since. 😂
#MicroMemoir
“It’s a chinchilla,” she said.
“OOOOOOO, CHURRILLA!!” he growled.
They’ve been churrillas to me ever since. 😂
#MicroMemoir
I hope you have a yummy Raturday! 😃😋
September 19, 2026 at 8:04 PM
Once upon a time, teenage me was at a pet store when a five- or six-year-old pressed his face against a cage and excitedly asked his mom what the floofy creature was.
“It’s a chinchilla,” she said.
“OOOOOOO, CHURRILLA!!” he growled.
They’ve been churrillas to me ever since. 😂
#MicroMemoir
“It’s a chinchilla,” she said.
“OOOOOOO, CHURRILLA!!” he growled.
They’ve been churrillas to me ever since. 😂
#MicroMemoir
Listening to the new Marilyn Manson album and thinking about May 13, 2003…
The Golden Age of Grotesque was released that day, and my mother would have preferred that I not acquire it. (Soft disdain)
#MusicSky #MusicMemoir
#MicroMemoir
The Golden Age of Grotesque was released that day, and my mother would have preferred that I not acquire it. (Soft disdain)
#MusicSky #MusicMemoir
#MicroMemoir
Enantiomorph
YouTube video by Marilyn Manson - Topic
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August 14, 2026 at 9:25 PM
Listening to the new Marilyn Manson album and thinking about May 13, 2003…
The Golden Age of Grotesque was released that day, and my mother would have preferred that I not acquire it. (Soft disdain)
#MusicSky #MusicMemoir
#MicroMemoir
The Golden Age of Grotesque was released that day, and my mother would have preferred that I not acquire it. (Soft disdain)
#MusicSky #MusicMemoir
#MicroMemoir
Russian Roulette… except it’s me setting my alarm for a time that seems generally reasonable.
Because before I would... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
Because before I would... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
November 19, 2025 at 6:11 AM
Russian Roulette… except it’s me setting my alarm for a time that seems generally reasonable.
Because before I would... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
Because before I would... 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
I was seventeen years old before I saw a couple who actually seemed to be together because they liked one another.
My step-dad remarried not long after divorcing my mom, and I remember being stunned at how different he seemed.
But it was really lovely.🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
My step-dad remarried not long after divorcing my mom, and I remember being stunned at how different he seemed.
But it was really lovely.🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
September 25, 2025 at 9:56 PM
I was seventeen years old before I saw a couple who actually seemed to be together because they liked one another.
My step-dad remarried not long after divorcing my mom, and I remember being stunned at how different he seemed.
But it was really lovely.🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
My step-dad remarried not long after divorcing my mom, and I remember being stunned at how different he seemed.
But it was really lovely.🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
Today has been a ten-ticket thrill ride of emotions, with a lot of supplementary big picture thoughts I couldn't focus on, so they ended in a kind of swirling cloud of smoke. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Memoir
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Memoir
June 18, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Today has been a ten-ticket thrill ride of emotions, with a lot of supplementary big picture thoughts I couldn't focus on, so they ended in a kind of swirling cloud of smoke. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Memoir
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Memoir
I've told Bluesky about several of my frog dreams.
GOOD.
I was just out on a midnight stroll, and as I walked down a path, dozens of tiny frogs started hopping out in front of me...
I see frogs out there regularly, including this guy from the other night, but— 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
GOOD.
I was just out on a midnight stroll, and as I walked down a path, dozens of tiny frogs started hopping out in front of me...
I see frogs out there regularly, including this guy from the other night, but— 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
July 17, 2025 at 5:17 AM
I've told Bluesky about several of my frog dreams.
GOOD.
I was just out on a midnight stroll, and as I walked down a path, dozens of tiny frogs started hopping out in front of me...
I see frogs out there regularly, including this guy from the other night, but— 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
GOOD.
I was just out on a midnight stroll, and as I walked down a path, dozens of tiny frogs started hopping out in front of me...
I see frogs out there regularly, including this guy from the other night, but— 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
I remember reading this cover to cover one night when I was nine years old.
By morning, Anne Frank felt like a close friend. I became obsessed with learning about World War II and concentration camps after that. 🧵
#BookSky #MicroMemoir
By morning, Anne Frank felt like a close friend. I became obsessed with learning about World War II and concentration camps after that. 🧵
#BookSky #MicroMemoir
On this date in 1947, Anne Frank’s "The Diary of a Young Girl" was first published, appearing in the Netherlands under the title "Het Achterhuis" (“The Secret Annex”); it became a classic of war literature.
June 25, 2026 at 10:05 PM
I remember reading this cover to cover one night when I was nine years old.
By morning, Anne Frank felt like a close friend. I became obsessed with learning about World War II and concentration camps after that. 🧵
#BookSky #MicroMemoir
By morning, Anne Frank felt like a close friend. I became obsessed with learning about World War II and concentration camps after that. 🧵
#BookSky #MicroMemoir
She was actually not my mentor on purpose, really.
I had another mentor originally, who became more of a research partner.
And that person is very lovely…🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
I had another mentor originally, who became more of a research partner.
And that person is very lovely…🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
A cycle I experience, which I think is so cute, is that my mentor is this old woman who is like…
If my maternal grandmother had really been able to let her neurodivergence unfurl with self acceptance.
If my grandmother hadn’t been trying so hard to be “normal.”
It’s a nice re-do.
#ThoughtJournal
If my maternal grandmother had really been able to let her neurodivergence unfurl with self acceptance.
If my grandmother hadn’t been trying so hard to be “normal.”
It’s a nice re-do.
#ThoughtJournal
November 6, 2025 at 5:36 PM
She was actually not my mentor on purpose, really.
I had another mentor originally, who became more of a research partner.
And that person is very lovely…🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
I had another mentor originally, who became more of a research partner.
And that person is very lovely…🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
Humans are always negotiating the unseen spaces between one another.
The real work is not in bridging every gap, but in noticing the architecture of our shared illusions. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
The real work is not in bridging every gap, but in noticing the architecture of our shared illusions. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
January 6, 2026 at 12:19 AM
Humans are always negotiating the unseen spaces between one another.
The real work is not in bridging every gap, but in noticing the architecture of our shared illusions. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
The real work is not in bridging every gap, but in noticing the architecture of our shared illusions. 🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir #Relationships
June 25, 2026 at 3:11 PM
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The Micromemoir Marathon starts May 6 ... are you ready? 100 words about 5 minutes of your life ... 26 contests/themes to choose from. Enter one. Enter all! Enter anytime between May 6 and May 31.
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July 3, 2024 at 10:26 AM
This has nothing to do with the poem, except for the title. 😂
In my early twenties, I worked at a car dealership.
One day, my manager/friend's high school drug dealer came in to buy a car.
He bought a Dodge Caliber and asked me out.
My manager protested loudly...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
In my early twenties, I worked at a car dealership.
One day, my manager/friend's high school drug dealer came in to buy a car.
He bought a Dodge Caliber and asked me out.
My manager protested loudly...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
December 16, 2025 at 2:25 PM
This has nothing to do with the poem, except for the title. 😂
In my early twenties, I worked at a car dealership.
One day, my manager/friend's high school drug dealer came in to buy a car.
He bought a Dodge Caliber and asked me out.
My manager protested loudly...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
In my early twenties, I worked at a car dealership.
One day, my manager/friend's high school drug dealer came in to buy a car.
He bought a Dodge Caliber and asked me out.
My manager protested loudly...🧵
#ThoughtJournal #MicroMemoir
What’s it like inside your head?
***
I remember saying:
“Wow. This is what it’s like in my head.” when I watched this movie with my step-dad for the first time.
I was 9 or 10.
He responded, “maybe don’t tell people that.”
And now here we are. 😂
#FilmSky #TheCell #MicroMemoir
***
I remember saying:
“Wow. This is what it’s like in my head.” when I watched this movie with my step-dad for the first time.
I was 9 or 10.
He responded, “maybe don’t tell people that.”
And now here we are. 😂
#FilmSky #TheCell #MicroMemoir
October 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
What’s it like inside your head?
***
I remember saying:
“Wow. This is what it’s like in my head.” when I watched this movie with my step-dad for the first time.
I was 9 or 10.
He responded, “maybe don’t tell people that.”
And now here we are. 😂
#FilmSky #TheCell #MicroMemoir
***
I remember saying:
“Wow. This is what it’s like in my head.” when I watched this movie with my step-dad for the first time.
I was 9 or 10.
He responded, “maybe don’t tell people that.”
And now here we are. 😂
#FilmSky #TheCell #MicroMemoir