Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

for your safety

Posted on September 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tendril it Straight She’s gonna’ tendril it straight … but she could tell it straighter, and tendril a strategy that is easy to understand. Her words are usually turgid, garish and lurid—feel the wrath of her bombast. This may not … Continue reading →

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tchotchkes and such

Posted on September 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Don’t The hibiscus were impartial but patricide was the topic of conversation, not the usual coacktail party banter. A dragonfly drained a pistil daiquiri, while a croo of white ibis pecked at some takeaway boxes, and Lagartija Ron watched silently … Continue reading →

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the swish sultanas

Posted on August 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Penumbra Heart You brought a felon backbone to the party. You panned the bouffant directory to the leftspeakers and no longer backclothed the swish sultanas. You are indecent with your handcart ducklings, dripping wet florins, and praise-wet stampedes—your sister-in-law dirging … Continue reading →

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rhyme schemes rhizome

Posted on August 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

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can’t step foot

Posted on August 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading →

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please call me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Apologia Sine Qua Pfft! (2016 Found Email in Trash Folder) Dear Chunky, What in the hell has happened to the Dictionary.com word of the day email. Why is it suddenly festooned with all these “Jail Hillary” ads and links to … Continue reading →

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an obscure cube

Posted on April 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Canker-Gray The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog. She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly thick—all … Continue reading →

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two cotton balls

Posted on April 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Like Glossolalia 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. Like … Continue reading →

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your right plugholes

Posted on March 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

It’s my dream / Well it scares me! Would you, could you, please, at least write 100 words as a draftee peasant to your rest-home workshop. Stretch your lenses out so they penetrate the air— the airships that pour out … Continue reading →

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can’t do this

Posted on March 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

How do I manage to stay underground? Are you going to help me? Can you arrange it? I can’t do this alone. What I’m Reading: “Now I only dream in English. I do not recognize my own voice.I open my … Continue reading →

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