Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

above the ottoman

Posted on April 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Pivot Point (redux) I’m not really hungry just now… she wrote longhand, the first time in weeks, in her journal. And she thought that odd because she’d been ravenous all throughout her illness, and hadn’t written a thing, but … Continue reading →

i go blind

Posted on April 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading →

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like coquina rock

Posted on April 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Under the Sky It’s like coquina rockIt’s like Barbara wroteIt’s all ridges and teethWaitingWaitingWaiting to take a layer of skinLike a slice of oblongataLike other lower brain sectionsLike the Shell sign superimposedOver the Chevron chevronLike the freedom tower buildingCubans called … Continue reading →

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chaw of thistles

Posted on April 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Like Glossolalia (redux) Like a van garde avant. Like drinking tea filtered through a Russian soldier’s underwear. Like speaking through saxophone skronk. Like drying your back with nettles and swallowing a chaw of thistles. Like bored sawing through panel board. … Continue reading →

lost the plot

Posted on March 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Sanctioned by the Association of Urologic Twee (redux) (Fade Out / 8 channels of noise : one channel of noise drops out every 30 seconds until there is silence) Voiceover In Search Of A Film: Soft antennae entertainment turned minds … Continue reading →

on the heart

Posted on March 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Mise en Squalor + Plagues This is a mise en abyme of a mise en abyme in a mise en abyme. This is historical quicksand. What of the Inquisition kitchen? A fungus settled on the heart. The Great Deficiency of … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 57

Posted on March 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The bicycle wheel is one of the strongest of all human contrivances, capable of supporting approximately four hundred times its own weight. In theory, a buffalo could pedal a bike without the wheels buckling under the load. … Continue reading →

can’t see me

Posted on March 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: Some beauty is visible only when abutted by banality. Spots … Continue reading →

air is electrified

Posted on March 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

harvest broaster chicken on speed dialfans oscillating from every cornerdust devils gyring in the living roomthe fridge texts — low on oat milk house heaves a sigh of desperationwants to set upon squarely on a witchbut they’re far and few … Continue reading →

i bit into

Posted on March 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing (redux) Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire.I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen.Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. What I’m … Continue reading →