Introducing the Substack App!

an easier way to follow the liminality journal

Friends,

I have exciting news to share: You can now read The Liminality Journal in the new Substack app for iPhone.

With the app, you’ll have a dedicated Inbox for my Substack and any others you subscribe to. New posts will never get lost in your email filters, or stuck in spam. Longer posts will never cut-off by your email app. Comments and rich media will all work seamlessly. Overall, it’s a big upgrade to the reading experience.

To see how it works, you can watch the video below:

I have been overwhelmed these past few weeks. The constant flow of advice, opinions, and news noise is endless, and I’ve jumped into and out of social media because of it. But I am so grateful for the writers I follow here on Substack, and I am so grateful for the community we are building here at The Liminality Journal. This app just makes it all a bit easier, and I’ll take less stress any way I can get it.

The Substack app is currently available for iOS. If you don’t have an Apple device, you can join the Android waitlist here.

While we’re here, I’ve got another ask. I started The Liminality Journal last September because I needed a space here on the internet where I could show up fully as I am, a space where poetry and essays and the messiness of being human can be front and center. I’ve created something here that you can’t find anywhere else on the internets, and it’s possible because of folks like you.

So would you do me a favor?

Would you share The Liminality Journal with someone in your life this week? Even if it’s a real-life friend or an online community, I want to hold space for more folks to join us here.

Maybe you know someone who loves a good book list and might like to read books that celebrate liminal space.

Maybe you know an author who is trying to release their book right now and feels totally overwhelmed by it all. I’ve got a love letter for them.

Or maybe you have a family member who loves a good Vermont-themed essay on old rocking chairs—I’ve got that covered, too!

I know there are folks out there who could use a poem or two to usher in some healing. There are people who are drawn to lines like this:

…we can

detonate bombs

or

unmake them;

We can tighten the noose

or

make climbing ropes;

We can pull triggers

or

bury our weapons

beneath the trees

in our city parks

and let our

oneness

grow out of their

metal mouths…

Do you know somebody? Could you invite them into this space, into our shared humanness?

Thank you again for being here.

Onward, together, into the quiet, the space-holding, the fierce beauty of it all.