Tag Archives: Fiction

on my tuneage

Posted on February 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music Sometimes I am asked to clarify my position and I say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I mean and I say this hand is love and this hand is … Continue reading →

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more pleasant misanthrope

Posted on February 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wretched Hypnopompia This morning I woke up with an angry welt on my left temple. I had a bad night’s sleep, that much is obvious. Which is odd as I’ve sleeping rather well lately. Eris, on the other hand, sleeps … Continue reading →

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afterimage aftermath

Posted on February 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Anodyne Frenta blackens the screen by placing her hand in front of the projector. One half of the class turns around and looks at her, the other half screams out “hey” and “oh” and throw their arms up. Frenta whispers … Continue reading →

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is a canker

Posted on February 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Toadeater Madness Stop thinking out of your flask, and drink-in some sense for a change. Guttural palavering bridges no connection another caring human can manage. What you say? Lickspittles to madness. Stop posturing. Your people are burning toddler’s wooden blocks … Continue reading →

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dig a pony

Posted on February 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

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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for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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hash mark clusters (redux)

Posted on February 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Notebooks She hated blank pages like she hated the blankness of her life. So she began by making marks – large, loose, gestural sweeps on the page. She then shifted from elongated serpentines to dense clusters of hash marks on … Continue reading →

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poorer version of

Posted on February 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bitter Usually as a sacrilege, I stood on my head and peed into my own mouth as a chimpanzee might on bikini night promotionals. There are jobs — and then there are the odd messes of oddnesses. Working two jobs … Continue reading →

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unseen film screens

Posted on February 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lean Times When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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