Tag Archives: Fiction

can’t step foot

Posted on August 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading →

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please call me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Apologia Sine Qua Pfft! (2016 Found Email in Trash Folder) Dear Chunky, What in the hell has happened to the Dictionary.com word of the day email. Why is it suddenly festooned with all these “Jail Hillary” ads and links to … Continue reading →

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no nazi homophobes

Posted on August 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… noncooperation with evil is just as much a moral duty as is cooperation with good.” — Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. / Stride Toward Freedom “Our modern capitalist economy was born thanks … Continue reading →

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viral blood moon

Posted on July 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

caught-taut & lenticular lodged in the hippocampusmired in the slipstreamof an articulated faith dashed caught-taut & lenticularin the shadow of nightmarea gesture—superheated handson the throat a child listless in mid-aira vise foreshadowingthe pine boxlowered underground beneath a viral-blood moonnight claws … Continue reading →

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okay and then

Posted on July 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Dust Up at the Ponies So she’s says to him, “when I was younger and finally got a prescription for Prozac and Lithium I thought my life was finally pivoting.” He was nonplussed. He’d been talking about the horses and … Continue reading →

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junior prom floor

Posted on June 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading →

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in the mist

Posted on April 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

Ocean Sounds She spoke to her AI speaker, “Play ocean sounds.” The speaker responded and complied. She dreamt of a thin pixellated mist outside her window as the opening shot to her next film. She placed her hand on her … Continue reading →

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fall in reverse

Posted on April 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

derecho haiku derecho blows inlike a spastic jumping beanleaves fall in reverse What I’m Reading: “I write, that’s for sure.Death, from the other side,is levitating.” — Melissa Sauma / “Reminiscence”

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new found vision

Posted on April 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Lay Hands She woke up desirous of having acute control of mise en scène. She wanted to become a film director / cinematographer, and to live a future of more linearity and clarity. That night she explained her new found … Continue reading →

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this isn’t paradise

Posted on April 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Phantom The amplitude of echoesFunction like a phantom limb Glucose seeps into the cellsSmell of white gas and charcoal A swale once full of shoulder depth snowDid you know Frazil are ice crystalsFormed in turbulent water, as in swiftStreams or … Continue reading →

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