Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

beat down blues the harvest supermoon beat medown with its reflected incandescence i gots the blues two weeks shyof bluest day of the year the shortest day of the year i gots heathy feets that take menowhere nowhere is nowheregood … Continue reading →

force sucking a nor’easter i shiver and plates collidethe dahabeeyah motors drainoiling — like acid on concretei’m staking the last dinner seating the revulsion totalyour vague forearms bustlethe workload of genuis naked and falsean alteration of a month’s persuasion we … Continue reading →

I Painted You Several days of tempest, Drifting to the north on unanswered orisons, The datura oriented at the sun’s appearance.Partial to impuissant seasons,Speakers shorten their imprecations — Ancients their divagations.There I painted youAs a spot on the dimming sun. … Continue reading →

The Mopes I. Something like a true depressive’s day. Cold, cloudy, dark by 4pm. An elaborate torpor that caffeine won’t derail. Eating meals with your fingers. Eating cookies. Wear your pajamas all day. Walk 840 steps by 8:30pm … that’s … Continue reading →

Multivariables (redux) She delivered a dead man aboard pretending he was drunk. Otherwise, she delivered groceries ordered through an app. Though it must be said that she sometimes delivered blows to the head. The unsuspecting victims then became the next … Continue reading →

a violence kinetic you have never seen meyet it feels like rememberingmaybe this is all there is i believe soit feels alarmingly short i am translating from the spanish nowi am projecting from the post-modern now you believe i am … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Democracy collapses when humiliation becomes the organizing principle of politics, when revenge feels more righteous than inclusion. — Richard A. Greenwald / “The Politics of Humiliation” / The Baffler Friction is inevitable in human … Continue reading →

Sometimes a Fugue Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head, not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore — but only the crashes: crashes, crashes, crashes — on an endless loop for … Continue reading →

house unstable (redux) drift the globe on a pickaxeannotate your work with carcassesall palpitation and courthouses your peroration had the lithographtenderness of tenterhooks you play the gamelan tunedto the seventh tone and fiftyclichés overlong you gave thanks to the wrongideology … Continue reading →