Tag Archives: Fiction

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 107

Posted on September 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: in his foothill town we can’tdrink water from the tapwithout sickening, we shower quickbefore blighted with inexplicable rash it has been this way so longwe don’t ask questions — Marissa Davis / “Thirteen Ways of Looking at … Continue reading →

breakdown in reciprocity

Posted on September 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

we the masters of the heated thermals — risinglifting in the swellheaded south like geese unspooledunlooosed upon a slough of icebergs how tall is a dark sky city? searchlights illuminate the falling snowno auroras just cracks in the icecracks in … Continue reading →

of moonglow hairs

Posted on September 11, 2025 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 she … Continue reading →

vast and vacuous

Posted on September 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

A Savage Republic A negative feedback loop. Petroglyphs and door flips. Petrichor — a savage feedback loop — a savage republic. Put out the fire. Frying in its own fat. Permafrost melting. The warming leading to fire. Fire and friars … Continue reading →

you are broken

Posted on September 9, 2025 by istsfor manity

Slipstream Whiplash My knees poke up to grab oxygen — unruly blushings — stripped bushings unclad in naked abeyance to nothing. Clucking tongues. Sunday night is coming for me and I’m muddy flipping foggy. Some kind of voodoo. The slipstream … Continue reading →

wedge or arc

Posted on September 8, 2025 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout) Final List Electric bedroomNew witchAdd wall next to trackWedge or arcChange entry Too damaged byChangeWe want to keep them at 8 foot heightCloseMetal doorsNo change to living hard painChange vanityApart (we may do this … Continue reading →

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it is nothing

Posted on September 7, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . and he looked out to where the grass was running in the wind under the cold starlight as if it were the earth itself hurtling headlong and he said softly before … Continue reading →

brown studies brain

Posted on September 6, 2025 by istsfor manity

I stopped fugue-ing I lost my motivation when my lizard died. I stopped fugue-ing at the moon in the midday sun. I grooved in clandestine sweaters while all about me clouds of gnats figured trifecta bets on Morse code calculators. … Continue reading →

cockatoo jet set

Posted on September 5, 2025 by istsfor manity

empty houses a stack of shuffled madnessin-between motions and after-emergencieslong-take dialogue scumswine underscoring the cultural disasterhabitual cheques overdrawndefamiliarized woundscockatoo jet set in cafés swillin gutbuckets overflowingyour narrow ankles on micro-theater screensplaying to empty housescomically taxed beyond salvation What I’m Reading: … Continue reading →

that toothy vortex

Posted on September 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces (redux) I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoesWhile hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dogI planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the airI saw my brother’s arm impaled on a … Continue reading →