Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

life i hate

Posted on May 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

Found Page from a Forgotten Life I hate life I hate the Bay City Rollers I hate Silva Mind Control I find something new the year after it’s new. I’m watching Lloyd Dobyns and Linda Ellerbee and they’re presenting a … Continue reading →

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systems to bursting

Posted on May 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There are mornings I wakeand wonder, why? Later, wanderingthe walkways, in searchof something to fill the holein me . . . — Krista Franklin / “Everyday around the world a woman is pulled into … Continue reading →

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respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus) Me and my windbagBoom at a sequel center.We squawk used trumpets—Spit valves overflowing skronkLike respirators of joy. (If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be … Continue reading →

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in the freezer

Posted on May 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Ten Things Overheard at the Decemberists Show — I didn’t expect it to be so cold . . . now it’s raining! — Grab the Bruins hat! — They’re playing “Seasons in the Sun!” — We’re going to start with … Continue reading →

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seals rubber feet

Posted on May 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped (redux) Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. What I’m Reading: I squeeze my days into such small boxesI forget that I can make whatever I … Continue reading →

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are the tornados

Posted on April 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Quicksand Together we will read and disinfect literature and curate augments about the purity of intention. We will wreck work that is not up to our values purity. We will be attentive to the hobgoblins of human imperfection we must … Continue reading →

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things: unconscionable things

Posted on April 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Endless Not (redux) Dear C.— 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 minutes, hours … Continue reading →

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with our wretchedness

Posted on April 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You are an insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of … Continue reading →

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crochet synchronized heartbeats

Posted on April 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

Naked Preamble 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 by … Continue reading →

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in little sundresses

Posted on April 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

Meet The Beetles! (Redux) Briefly, gentlemen, it has come to my attention that there has been an inordinate amount of “buggery” going on between you and our beetles. This will not do. As of tomorrow at 7:00 am all those … Continue reading →

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