Tag Archives: Fiction

rankled raffish pincers

Posted on January 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment after … Continue reading →

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his destiny manifest

Posted on January 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Short Entitled Fuse … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed to … Continue reading →

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pyramid of being (redux)

Posted on January 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Parenthetically A god lost in her bathroom finds a door… (to the outside? No) She finds the door to the next life. She burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”   Not The Steerage Type Steerage is so queer. … Continue reading →

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got pumpkin voodoo

Posted on January 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies this is about a poet who writes bird poems — without birds appearing in the poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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jack-faced and jocular

Posted on January 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pill-age Jack-faced and jocular you meant to rob your parents because you needed a shot in the arm. You’d already ransacked your grandmother’s apartment for her pain meds — her doctor wondering how one person could tolerate so many pills: … Continue reading →

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wallow in silence

Posted on January 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the John Cage Symposium Every time there is a large gap on radio or television,John Cage is paid a royalty of $4.33.This is why people sit and listen to rain.I’ll make a presumptive statement…I want to hug this … Continue reading →

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gratuitous jump-cuts

Posted on January 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Born Again I’ve been healed, but it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. It was revealed to me that profligacy leads to losing scrapers and brushes — and uncontrolled oven fires… or was it oven fries? I’m not sure. … Continue reading →

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