Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

peat-boggy notional

The Revanchist’s Score (to Settle) She is clearly not amused. Events have gone awry. It is her score (to settle) now—it is placid and peat-boggy notional—certainly “doable.” She will take back her river of grass. The dissonance is too much … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

gimcrack addict get

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of viscous motor oil in the corner. I could have said “vicious” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

this may be

The Second Day The month started off well enough, but on the second day life seemed to go upside-down and backward. Huh, he said, this may be a challenge. “Stray bullets and consequences were landing on our unsuspecting bodies even … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

shot she shot

SLR It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex camera, … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

welt on your

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

you must know

The Contractive Subtractive 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, and … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

horny canary executioner

Desultory and Inert It’s the anvil in the stomach that gets me. You never get me. The feeling of being tethered to the earth by your viscera. That insouciant look when you ignore me. So I’ve taken to overconsumption of … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

three-chord chaos

Circumnavigations Testy? Who does what to whom? This is now. Now is the only thing that’s real. What are you talking about? Why are you quavering in the light of darkening testimony? What is this? Does this make any sense? … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

malevolence and secretions

Oblation and Obloquy Strictly speaking I’m not saying what you think I’m talking about. You’ve got your facts correct but your theme is enjambed with my leitmotif. I’m schooling you with malevolence, and secretions waiting, in sketchy, skittery, and toothsome … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

get a room

Dinner and a Polemic Do you want me to make dinner now? It seems to be what you are saying. I’m saying that the guys over there fighting about whether U.S. Girls is “rawk” enough—maybe in an indie way—but no … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment