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The Kablamo Quarterly

Essays, poems, short stories, and other stuff by me, Kevin Flynn! Basically my forever-free writing blog that you can also use to support me if you'd like to do so!

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  1. Issue · Aug 27, 2026

    [Short Story] Don’t Mind Me (opens the original)

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    The shy fella gets home from work early, because he likes the opening shift.He walks to work at the little job where he doesn’t make too much, and he likes the walks to and from that come with his odd hours, because he gets to see things that aren’t normal and he feels a little like a kid who got to go home sick from school when he gets off and walks home so early every day.He’s friendly with his coworkers and the people that he meets. The coffee shop on the way home knows him well, and sometime

  2. Issue · Jul 29, 2026

    [Poem] Tacking (opens the original)

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    Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTacking Seven sorry days at sea, Seven, seven more again For a promise I must heed Under light of Ganymede. Ever will I seek the line Where the blue and blue entwine. When I met her, I was young Full of pumping, bitter blood She took pieces, splinter sized, Left things in the holes they made. She sucked lemon seeds at night. “Promise, promise,” still I hear her, “Promise me, oh promise me.” She had penny-tasting fingers

  3. Issue · Jul 23, 2026

    [Short Story] The Way (opens the original)

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    “Be not afraid,” the Angel said.The word “Angel” was what came at once to Mark’s mind, knowing just a little bit of biblical lore, enough to know that Angels weren’t described as they were most often depicted. But in truth he didn’t know what he was seeing. The thing shone with burning light that wrapped the back of Mark’s eyeballs and squeezed tightly, and though he could distinguish a facely shape that moved within it, it rattled and spun and its voice was like pitch in his ears and Mark was s

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