Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Even in our darkest imaginations, no one could have conceived of Gaza’s streets littered with the decomposing bodies and skeletal remains of our loved ones; that stray dogs and cats would be filmed feasting … Continue reading →

Shadowplay / Nightmare Thrum This grim tangerinebruised by daylight.This grim brinkmanshipmasking in its own eyeteeth.You rock adrift.A lover wrapped in muslin,caught in the sleeper sofa’s hush.Lichtenberg figures fillet your back,branching like bright frost. Shadowplay. Despite the pessimism,the taxing of thornbacksand … Continue reading →

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot of SM-N900V’s … Continue reading →

Huh? I renounce. Friend or enemy? A place “where there is no darkness?” Huh? Since thee Chump’s ketches run low, mizzen-masted abominations, out of the thick, cloudy dregs at a barrel’s wake chucked overboard, you should stand at attention. Stay attached to … Continue reading →

My Story / Your Story (an inexquisite corpse) Mine I am nothing but decay. A vessel for soft and hard drinking. A Celsius. An Ascent. Grain alcohol. The descent of man — an ascendancy of brimstone and vitriol. This is … Continue reading →

Canker-Gray (redux) The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog.  She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I’ll tell you diasters might die outif you stopped feeding them firewood. . . — Asmaa Azaizeh / “Reflection” The collective wealth of the top 10 US billionaires has soared by $698bn in the … Continue reading →

Naked Preamble (redux) Juana weaves her homily—one uprise after another, unaware that she’s at the precipice of her irritating anecdotes. Jean believes he deserves his honorific—the one Juana refuses to use when addressing him. Gaffes occur in a world ruled … Continue reading →

The Loon Poet’s Hypophora (redux) Does anyone have ballroom gabardineto sell a gigolo? Are you upgrading your ballpointgab for sundial gadgets? Or looking for a private future? (I’m looking for sunhat provoststo enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning& the summons of … Continue reading →