Under expensive, low amber lighting, and over rare, ocean-dark wine, you told me about your dead Dad.

About your Confirmation. About taking Holy Communion in front of your friends. How surprised everybody was to see you doing that.

How you liked me really, but you wouldn’t do anything about it.

Hannah Flynn explores liminal experiences and the ways our bodies are measured, controlled, and judged. Using restrained yet raw language, she examines power dynamics, bodily autonomy, and the interaction between our bodies and our environment. Through natural and domestic imagery, she reveals the weight of the unspoken and unseen. With a background in journalism and science, Hannah brings a precise, analytical lens to her writing, balancing lyricism with sharp observation. Her work interrogates the forces that shape identity, desire, and resistance. She is currently drafting her first chapbook. See her haiku/senryu-a-day feed at @hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social.