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Tag Archives: Autofiction
get to work
Bluetoothing the Novel (sorta redux’ed) Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967– remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate … Continue reading
pincers and gloves
Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading
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Tagged Autofiction, Biomorphic Art, Blues, Chance Operations, Creative Writing, Cut-Up Writing, Dada, Dayglo, Death, Documentation, Drama is the Opiate of the Masses, Dream Notation, Experimental writing, Fiction, Flarf, Ghosts, Hybrid writing, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Post-Apocalypse, Prose Poetry, Writing
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the ocean roaring
The Endless Not Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours sometimes. … Continue reading
i am dislocation incarnate
The Crabwise Couscous Crumbcake Mary Arroyo wrote in her journal: 07/15/2021 Numen: a spiritual force or influence often identified with a natural object, phenomenon, or place The older I grow the less life makes sense to me. Every directive, every … Continue reading
a good waitron
Waiting Room Sitting in the radiology waiting room—double masked— with a handful of others assiduously avoiding eye contact. Staring into their phone screens, another mumbling through her mask something from the grocery list … make sure you don’t forget … … Continue reading
my sloth is
Who Woke Up Sucking a Lemon? When ironing I do most of my day’s work. I imagine I hit people with all my force—my shirts double for the people I really dislike. You text me that I have to hit … Continue reading
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Tagged Autofiction, Creative Writing, Experimental writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hybrid writing, Lemon/Lime, Microfiction, Writing
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this may be
The Second Day The month started off well enough, but on the second day life seemed to go upside-down and backward. Huh, he said, this may be a challenge. “Stray bullets and consequences were landing on our unsuspecting bodies even … Continue reading
a deficient ejaculation
Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading
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dig a pony
Two of Us I just dug a pony… and dig about for blue plastic soldiers. I’m digging up around my backyard and my neighbor comes outside to see what I’m doing. We live in a duplex. I in the south … Continue reading
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Tagged Autofiction, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Hybrid writing, Micro Essay, Microfiction, Nonfiction, Writing
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