Tag Archives: Fiction

earth a cinder

Posted on June 25, 2025 by istsfor manity

a cinder haiku stepped out of the firestraight into the frying panthe earth a cinder What I’m Reading: We have known for more than a century about the climate consequences of burning fossil fuels. And it wasn’t just the scientists … Continue reading →

worn pouffy sieges

Posted on June 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

Sense / Relatives (redux) Then there was my uncle Mao. His own generational AI—his Little Red Bookworm in the rainstorm and no one left wanting his worn pouffy sieges. But that’s exactly what my underage blackguard aunt wore on her spectacles so … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 97

Posted on June 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: This is warso all the birds would flee — Irma Pineda / “This is war”

all we’ve got

Posted on June 22, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I gotta tellthe truth—sometimes,people are not born, some of us fall into this world — Hílda Davis / “Pilate ponders where she belongs” The thing that makes life interesting is that it ends. The … Continue reading →

thing about florida

Posted on June 21, 2025 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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in dead air

Posted on June 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

Stalagmite Letters We ran riot through the archives— Harpies with sharpies and scissorsObliterating collections into piles Of pages triangular—Shards and screeds. (Pursuit of knowledge agnostic) Accretions of stalagmite lettersMonticules in dead air We are the whips cometh—goo goo goojoob! What … Continue reading →

eff ew poets

Posted on June 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

erasure erasure What I’m Reading: … We’ve already sinned so much … — Anton Chekhov / The Cherry Orchard

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don’t feel normal

Posted on June 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

Ocean Sounds (redux) 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 … Continue reading →

made our ablutions

Posted on June 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

macerate the pulp

Posted on June 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole. What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings? What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden … Continue reading →