Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

the scorpion grass

Posted on January 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading →

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6 cuban sandwiches

Posted on January 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Trip (Postmortem) 1 dumb decision to travel during a plague surge 2 weeks away from home 3 potential covid exposures / close calls in ten days 4 Cuban coffees daily 5 torrential downpours in 3,387 miles 6 Cuban sandwiches … Continue reading →

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the upcoming struggle

Posted on January 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

01/01/2022 Awake in a daze. So much to look forward to at once, then you must deconstruct it into 365 pieces and concern yourself with just this one here. It’s usually colder than most other days. Earnestness is often overdone, … Continue reading →

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good vibe-osity

Posted on December 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Grand Idea Well, it didn’t snow in the south on Christmas, and certainly not in Maria’s home town by the sea. Now, the only thing Maria wanted for Christmas was a plague doctor’s mask—with a bonafide beak protuberance for … Continue reading →

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best we can

Posted on December 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Underlying Conditions Maria awoke with a fitful start. She palmed her phone and furiously tapped an email to the reindeer: Dear ‘Deer, Stay home this year. Santa has underlying conditions: a 35 BMI, high blood pressure, a touch of asthma, … Continue reading →

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fate was fatal

Posted on December 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading →

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nothing in between

Posted on December 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Once Blue I was once blueIn my black converse IsolateInchoateAnd nothing in between “So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

You wear your indecision well. Your coterie of suitors vexed— Working out your complex geometry. Your heart a cipher— Hermetic / unbreakable. “I want to be free to try things that don’t make sense yet. I put materials together that … Continue reading →

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she was desirous

Posted on December 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Clodomira’s Writing Block She wanted to stab her writing hand, instead she focused on the portrait of Fidel Castro on the wall. She was long accustomed to falling into a meditative state by staring at Fidel’s philtrum. It was oddly … Continue reading →

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