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A broken tulip by Maaike

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Newsletter · By Maaike VanderMeer · English · Official site

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Sep 24, 2026
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Jul 9, 2026

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  1. Issue · Sep 24, 2026

    Marriage vows (opens the original)

    Excerpt · Neutral tone

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOn this hill there is a compass built of cast-off stones carried by other hands. In the first quadrant: dry grass seeds, cracked moss carpet sharp rock edge. A cross bound in rusting wire — cloud shadow. In the second quadrant ferries slice ocean like wasps at an ankle. In the third quadrant kinship words redden your calves as the sun rests on fourteen pinecones — two steps away, moss grows maroon. The

  2. Issue · Jul 23, 2026

    But what can echoes tell us? (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe are at risk of forgetting, collectively, the idea of falling off the earth. The pigeon memories. There was sky. There was sky. •<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!SeXz!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F7a3eeb63-d748-434e-b1bd-6104eff21b45_2550x3509.jpeg" targ

  3. Issue · Jul 9, 2026

    Every week, I travel back in time. (opens the original)

    Excerpt · Positive tone

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    They say when you travel back in time, it’s harsher than traveling forwards. Ask me how I know; I’ve prepared my whole life for this shedding of a single day. I have bulging packets of ticket stubs, crossed-out dates, second chances.Traveling into the past shakes the body, spills the mind. For days after travelling I sleep twelve-hour nights, nap through morning and afternoon, wait for throat and toes and thorax to catch up to this new pin point on the map, to let the lost hours go.One day in th

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