Andrew Bertaina
@andrewbertaina
https://underthesunlitmag.com/the-sadness-of-certain-years-andrew-bertaina/
Thrilled to have my debut collection, The Body Is A Temporary Gathering Place, out today from @autofocuslit! You can order it below. autofocuslit.com/store/p/the-bo…
We were warned months ago that the people of Gaza would starve. That they were BEING starved by Israel and its vast network of allies, particularly the United States. This is evil in action made possible only through American power. It MUST end.
Hey, my story "Tennis, Anyone? Tennis Mubarak?" is featured online at Southwest Review! I would love for you to read it if you have the time as it's very dear to my heart. It's about the sweet, perverse thrill of lying to people about who you are and where you're from. Cheers 🍸
Pour a martini, grab your rackett, & smash some grand slam prose from our summer ish 💥 Read TENNIS, ANYONE? TENNIS MUBARAK? by @indigojackal 🎾 southwestreview.com/volume-110-num…
Really fun thought experiment story from @MCzyzniejewski that is both very fun and interesting. An alien invasion story about atheism. From his book, The Amnesiac in the Maze @BraddockAveBook

Good to see the book out there in good company. Best case scenario is some romantic twenty something reading it on a train before he meets a charismatic French woman, but I’ll take it.

And onto the final step of the journey Time Regained Volume VI of In Search of Lost Time

“Whenever I see a case of that window in a museum, I am obliged to hold back tears, and it is simply because it says to me the thing that touches me more than anything else in the world: I remember your mother so well.” Marcel Proust

Damn. I need more clout on here. Loved these damn movies so much I wrote a braided memoir about them. barrelhousemag.com/books/ethan-ha…
The cool thing about Before Sunrise is that they’re not acting and they’re actually in love
Past the halfway mark of the year, and I've seen three truly worthwhile shows: Andor, The Rehearsal, The Eternaut. Dishonorable mention to The Last Of Us, which I stopped watching.
“The scent, in the frosty air, of the twigs of brushwood was like a fragment of the past, an invisible ice-floe detached from some bygone winter…as though with different years in which I found myself once more submerged..by the exhilaration of hopes long since abandoned.”

We are often having very bleak conversations before bed these days. However, I’ll highlight a blessing, we have @vjoshuaadams , @misternagel , @clairehopple , and @aliner , visiting 804 lit salon in the coming months, and I’m really looking forward to seeing all of them!
Once there was a bridge I couldn’t cross. Cusp of summer. Sound of insects carried with me, from Melville’s fields in my-heart-on-the-bridge, their zzzz. ––Elisa Gabbert @egabbert #PoemADay poets.org/poem/bridge
Talked to my mom over the weekend, and she said this piece was like reading a long poem and that it should be more widely read. I am a good son, so I’ll try the algorithmic gods one more time. underthesunlitmag.com/the-sadness-of…