Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

saggy orange kumquat

f*** ur tariffs! I live anachronistically. I be free in that manner. I like to write ungrammatically / seldom swing a red mark / because* I don’t prostate myself to red marks. I do not submit. I won’t entangle myself … Continue reading

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and that’s ok

pedal and pedal not much to sayon new bike dayi just pedal and pedal awaylike old poor yorick we’ll be some dayso for today and some day far awayi’ll just pedal and pedal awayand seize the day and that’s okay(bike … Continue reading

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for your misdeeds

Cold and Fog She made an unusual, exciting discovery—rosary narrations with warbling wooers at the center of earplug spaces—messages in the marmalades, esoteric concatenations, erotic liberations, scratched phonographs. Her observational arched eyebrow and nuanced approach to clam ranching led to … Continue reading

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sensed the trepanation

Disjecta, Kansas (redux) At 80 miles an hour, about two and a half hours east of Denver, she tore through the state line into Kanorado, Kansas and pumped the brakes upon sighting a half dozen state troopers lined up behind … Continue reading

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slot some money

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in the box& … Continue reading

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most american disease

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I just don’t want to be conscious sometimesbecause when you’re conscious in the ordinary wayyou have to think about yourself a lot Dull thoughts like what am I doing? — Anne Waldman / “How … Continue reading

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a peppery taste

in a vise haiku my head in a viseseventeen electroshocksa peppery taste What I’m Reading: Shall I swallow cave-phantoms? — Samuel Beckett / “Whoroscope”

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early and often

Equivalencies (redux) She dances to KOKOKO! because there is nothing else in the world she would rather do.  That is all there is to it, when one’s desires collide with the past. She was a child when the rebels raided her … Continue reading

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the skronk squalls

let be be finale of seem… It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there…  like the scale of wildfires and … Continue reading

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dead eye gray

A Day Gray February Dark thought on a gray day —gray in every gradation: 18% gray card graythe ideal photographic gray of wet city streets& shards of east river gray the cold of gainsborogray rain dead-eye graypale ash gray — … Continue reading

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