Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

the chaff eaters the sages touch upon ritual quarrels that invoke divine nests of bugger birds and brawny brigands / please bring entities to return faith in humanity ‘cause we’re bereft of sustenance and my breathing is labored / another … Continue reading →

Primitive Trails From This Point Panda cycling and recycling, panda-demics, and panda demotics. Find yourself in the world of widespread fraud and plate tectonics in response to politic-tonics — those gestures and flourishes that are not of this society, of … Continue reading →

Billingsgate and Balderdash You are like the tuber of calcaneus, necessary but non-articulating. Without you there is no ambulating me… The things you’ve said to me in your gasps and low moans: “Starting rotation from blackbird…” “They transferred me to … Continue reading →

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

fleeting arc  a star’s fleeting arc across the nighta bright and obscene refulgencea cold relief buried in that errant eclipticit shapes itself as the sky congeals around it goes on to better thingsdoes not go on at allnow gone consumptivereductiveabsent … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Rather, the secret of our success is that we are talented at using information to connect lots of individuals. Unfortunately, this ability often goes hand in hand with believing in lies, errors, and fantasies. … Continue reading →

It Is Little Wonder It is little wonder — this ill wind. We’re the largest exporter of young martyrs. They travel with confidence and exotic lawyers, falling into maggot defences, and jaunty tweeds in cooler weather. All so sanguine. Are you … Continue reading →

Gutbucket In Buffet Time Mutagens remain in the environment. The disaster follows a now familiar course. During the early stages of the emergency clean-up a bestial man cried: I sing in praise of older gutbuckets. I pledge to be benefic … Continue reading →

Shadow Language This fridge arrives with a toothache, and the dialectical fright squad was chop-licking with overwet prosody. It is poor form to be rich and our canines are oversharpened while our molars have ground down to battlefield dust. The … Continue reading →