Tag Archives: Fiction

sea urchin prickly

Posted on July 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

mary’s lament 07/29/1990 he said i must discipline my temperament—crush my egoism. it’s like my medulla oblongata was on sale for $1.25 at zayre’s—compare… you can’t do better than zayre—trust was power, father on the prowl—and as neptuna’s only daughter … Continue reading →

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pierced her medulla

Posted on July 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading →

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i am dislocation incarnate

Posted on July 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

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 →

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a totalitarian turd

Posted on July 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

More praise for the thee istsfor manity reader: “Please, make it stop!”— Lit Blub magazine “I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader … Continue reading →

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their wingless diaspora (redux)

Posted on July 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Can’t Fool the Fleas of the Revolution by Dr. Clodomira Garcia-Borges Cienfuegos, PhD “The absentminded conservator left the bestiary door open on his desk … the cavorting beasties escape one by one.” – J. Ignatius, “The Revolt of the … Continue reading →

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rag and bone

Posted on June 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading →

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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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the world ascended

Posted on June 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading →

felt unalterably stupid

Posted on June 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Life After She woke up dumber in the new southern town than she had been in her northern home the last time she fell asleep. The intellectual disparity over those few sleepless days was astounding, many folks would later say: … Continue reading →

a fanged sky

Posted on June 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait. Weight. The southern city was full of all manner of curvilinear impediments and drop-offs. It led to a vertiginous sensation she abhorred—it seemed as if the angry sky and sea wished to become one turbid space. She saw cloud … Continue reading →