Tag Archives: Fiction

belches and squelches

Posted on September 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

First Casket, Secret Casket (Flim Review for a Non-Existent Flim) First Casket, Secret Casket is new film about a benighted romance between a Cuban-American sugar cane harvester and a seldom-acknowledged singer in a punk band. The former is a political … Continue reading →

buzzards on parade

Posted on September 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade (Redux) The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Monday. 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 … Continue reading →

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catastrophe is beautiful

Posted on September 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What’s hard about art is getting any good—and then getting better. What’s hard is solving problems with infinite solutions and your finite brain.” — Elisa Gabbert / “Why Write?” “How do we go … Continue reading →

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werewolves and camellias

Posted on September 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Dilatory Prelate The prelate drafts an encyclical announcing that the werewolves and camellias will be delivered on Friday to all diocese in the mountainous regions. It encourages all Englishmen and yogis to traipse about nude and re-stage the highlights of … Continue reading →

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for your safety

Posted on September 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tendril it Straight She’s gonna’ tendril it straight … but she could tell it straighter, and tendril a strategy that is easy to understand. Her words are usually turgid, garish and lurid—feel the wrath of her bombast. This may not … Continue reading →

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tchotchkes and such

Posted on September 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Don’t The hibiscus were impartial but patricide was the topic of conversation, not the usual coacktail party banter. A dragonfly drained a pistil daiquiri, while a croo of white ibis pecked at some takeaway boxes, and Lagartija Ron watched silently … Continue reading →

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by cooking meat

Posted on August 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “She always knew that she was too small and stupid to lead a revolution, but she had hoped she could at least imagine one. She takes a deep breath, attacked by an awareness … Continue reading →

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the swish sultanas

Posted on August 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Penumbra Heart You brought a felon backbone to the party. You panned the bouffant directory to the leftspeakers and no longer backclothed the swish sultanas. You are indecent with your handcart ducklings, dripping wet florins, and praise-wet stampedes—your sister-in-law dirging … Continue reading →

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rhyme schemes rhizome

Posted on August 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

cracked a book

Posted on August 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading →

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