Tag Archives: Fiction

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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need an exorcism

Posted on May 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

31 Pieces of the Auto-Sedition Quilt (excerpt) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia. This is Flarf. This is Newlipo. This borders on Google-sculpting. Remove me from myself … Continue reading →

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are wandering rogues

Posted on May 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required Hortensio awoke and his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was tracing … Continue reading →

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baby gongas always

Posted on May 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

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dry tongue mouth (redux)

Posted on May 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky. She was separated from her parents. She panicked. She was lost in this strange … Continue reading →

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in the arboretum

Posted on May 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Witch Alder After eating two dozen Witch Alder bulbs … Blah blah blah … vomitus regretus … He hid from the others in the arboretum … “Just make something, anything.” —Austin Kleon / austinkleon.com

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never ending line

Posted on May 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Clodomira’s Lament She had a dour doughy face. She dredged countless bodies up in her memories. Daily humiliations relived. Ruminations leading in on themselves, self-reflexive, like an never ending line of diminishing versions of herself in a funhouse mirror. She … Continue reading →

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not paid for (redux)

Posted on May 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. 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 →

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took to fisticuffs

Posted on May 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for all! … Continue reading →

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go go go

Posted on May 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Walk! Walk! Go west, go east. Just go, go, go. Get up. Get out. Get moving. Peripatetic be your word. Bump! Groove. Make way and scoot along. This place will grow moss on your backside. Don’t backslide. Get moving, man. … Continue reading →

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