Tag Archives: Creative Writing

need an exorcism

Posted on May 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

31 Pieces of the Auto-Sedition Quilt (excerpt) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia. This is Flarf. This is Newlipo. This borders on Google-sculpting. Remove me from myself … Continue reading →

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the terminal line

Posted on May 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

structure crumbles belt buckles rain downthe devils hail there are appropriate agesfor beatings oh the father of violencered skin welts meat tumescentmeet the father terminal lines pillows protect the soft underbellyurchin turned upside down cord yanked silenceradio silence papa was … Continue reading →

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are wandering rogues

Posted on May 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required Hortensio awoke and his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was tracing … Continue reading →

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baby gongas always

Posted on May 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

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she gave him

Posted on May 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Gas He gave her gas. She gave him the schpilkes. “You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.” — Flannery O’Connor / The Violent Bear It Away

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dry tongue mouth (redux)

Posted on May 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky. She was separated from her parents. She panicked. She was lost in this strange … Continue reading →

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in the arboretum

Posted on May 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Witch Alder After eating two dozen Witch Alder bulbs … Blah blah blah … vomitus regretus … He hid from the others in the arboretum … “Just make something, anything.” —Austin Kleon / austinkleon.com

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never ending line

Posted on May 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Clodomira’s Lament She had a dour doughy face. She dredged countless bodies up in her memories. Daily humiliations relived. Ruminations leading in on themselves, self-reflexive, like an never ending line of diminishing versions of herself in a funhouse mirror. She … Continue reading →

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a nervous shadow

Posted on May 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Nervous Shadow Approaches “I don’t have to run from anything because I don’t believe in anything.” — Flannery O’Connor / Wise Blood

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not paid for (redux)

Posted on May 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

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