Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

backlit by sun

Posted on November 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Scabs (tanka) Why so many scabs?She asks, unsure of my face.I have been in love,I say, dark, backlit by sun.She morphs into a cloudlet. What I’m Reading: “In the evenings, we read novels in separate roomsor in the same room … Continue reading →

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most-heated day

Posted on November 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Some words live in my throatBreeding like adders. Others know sun” — Audre Lorde / “Coal” “Life is nothing how he expected it would be when he was young and living under the … Continue reading →

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the fairies hide

Posted on November 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading →

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are wandering rogues

Posted on February 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required (redux) When Hortensio awoke his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was … Continue reading →

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need more pageantry

Posted on December 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Antelope Compatriots I’m a non-prohibitionist aide-de-camp. I’ve been involved with for over 30 yogurts. There are severe showmen in everything, yet perfectionists need to survive year-end commiseration, imbibe elixirs, and grow their wattles. The undredweight skier is heating this … Continue reading →

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she was free

Posted on December 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Magic the Toilet Seat When it came down to writing, it came to the toilet seat. She had no idea why, but images, concepts, lyrical passages flowed in torrents through her. What magic the toilet seat? It didn’t happen on … Continue reading →

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what it meant

Posted on December 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Contractive Subtractive (redux) There were erasures to make. He made the erasures. There were no complaints. The work was done. He moved on. When more erasures were required, he made those; and in this manner his work was accomplished, … Continue reading →

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get to work

Posted on November 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bluetoothing the Novel (sorta redux’ed) Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967– remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate … Continue reading →

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cut and paste

Posted on November 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

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at the edges

Posted on November 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

(bedbugs and barnacles) bedbugs and barnacles on the side of the bed—on this side of dread. no one understands the special relationship. no one really cares. the water laps up to the edge of the bedsheets at 3:32 every morning. … Continue reading →

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