Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

now past tense

The Simplex Perplex Complex S. spends his last day on earth in this manner… I’m curious. How did you get here? According to my records you have a Pontiac station wagon with exterior wood panels on the doors, and yet … Continue reading

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poached paranoia on

The Cut-Up is the Only Way S. quanders on… He is a person of many-selvedged hesitations. The sidewalk is a concrete slur, a grey articulation that refuses to resolve into a destination. He feels the syntax of his own skeleton … Continue reading

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does not yield 

Quanders On and On The Moon Ecliptic Jejune… S. understands nothing still.  No progress, just suspicion — an achievement of sorts — another impinged misalignment. The hotel carpet is a pattern of smatters, a garment of tatters and spatters designed … Continue reading

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muzz of voices

Bray of Winces (redux) S. understands nothing. He tries, squint-eyed, to turn his brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. S. sees himself, monochromatic, on the screen of his childhood 1974 Panasonic. He’s talking globular in a rectangular city. … Continue reading

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lesser of two

Venting Splenetic Nothing additional to add to the crimes against humanity? Huh? There are mental impingements circulating in the ether. We are helpless to change their direction, their aim, their relentlessness. What we did to deserve this is make clear … Continue reading

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are all villains

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week “The thing is, May,” the hum said, “the goal of advertising is to rip a hole in your heart so it can then fill that hole with plastic, or with any other materials that … Continue reading

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want them out

eyeless and unctuous take my eyesi want them out the colors blanchedit all went soft monsterseverything i saw lost its definition there is nothing worth seeing in this world now What I’m Reading: I bathed in a bathtub full of … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood pt. 122 (10 views from a frozen pond)

What I’m Reading: “Every time it starts to snow, I would like to have sex. No matter if it is snowing lightly and unseriously, or snowing very seriously, well on into the night, I would like to stop whatever manifestation … Continue reading

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your contours faint

darklight nightmare ii drag city intimacy clippedi look back at the wakeof my time there and seeonly the outlines of bioluminescencein the roil today, at 7:15, will be taxingdocuments of the trash city sicklike the light limning the outlineof the … Continue reading

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is this on?

Mainlining Extinction (redux) An overheated tragedy unspoolingin a slow motion, so obscene—so perverse—in its deathly insistence,and the players moving aboutas if in a deep pool of molasses.What gives? Why this suicidal main-lining extinction by heat, drought,famine, forced migration, acidification & … Continue reading

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