Tag Archives: Fiction

apropos of nothing

Posted on June 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are … Continue reading →

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ask anhedonia anyone

Posted on June 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Transience of Beauty She realized, once in the southern city a few days, she could be mindful of enjoying a moment or two—as fleeting as they were—before the drowned world. On occasion she experienced something of the transience of beauty—or … Continue reading →

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uprooted the faceless

Posted on June 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Portents & Twine The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All was a mass of confusion she wallowed in—these nascent … Continue reading →

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anthropogenic extinction event

Posted on June 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait Until She arrived in the southern city in the evening. Strange—she thought—that such a pleasant breeze off the bay should be laden with such uncomfortable humidity. The humidity was all enveloping. She especially disliked the hot sebaceous feeling she … Continue reading →

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finally had substance

Posted on June 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Payoff Her wanderlust got the best of her again, and again—she was off. This time in search of her grand existential payoff in the lands of the south—the north had only yielded infrared oceans, tidal pools, and sea urchins … Continue reading →

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file a writ

Posted on May 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →

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a good waitron

Posted on May 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waiting Room Sitting in the radiology waiting room—double masked— with a handful of others assiduously avoiding eye contact. Staring into their phone screens, another mumbling through her mask something from the grocery list … make sure you don’t forget … … Continue reading →

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bloody streams incarnate

Posted on May 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Glass Eater’s Advice Agh. Agh! Don’t talk to me about bloody urine, son! There were days when I’d drink ground glass shakes and piss blood clots all day. I’d pee bloody streams incarnate! So go away with your complaints … Continue reading →

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life just saying

Posted on May 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Flea Tamer’s Lament It’s not the life of a flea tamer or flea circus operator that I strived for—but it’ll do for now. I look down on the swaying treetops—instead I see a roiling ocean—the wind hypnotic. A central air … Continue reading →

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ham-fisted smile

Posted on May 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Smellfungus The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t you? You haven’t … Continue reading →

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