Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

defilement is postmodern

not art / snot fart defilement is postmoderndefacement is commitmentvandalism is homecoming What I’m Reading: . . . re-vision is what keeps vision from hardening into dogma. — Eleanor Wilner / “Her Introduction” / from Her Read by Jennifer Sperry … Continue reading →

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the savage republic

happy bitter skates (tankas+) happy bitter skateshappy bitter on the thrashbombshell linkman talkhappy bitter speaking toolreread spoonful minefield blues overlord country /lights receding / snarling curscome to take u hometo the savage republicstars and bars and truncheons black watch who … Continue reading →

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pear of anguish

plumb me ive got easter island heads talking at each otherive got songs for drella in my noise cancelling earsive got pier paolo passolini’s 120 days of sodom on the rewind—and a mustard solo on a hebrew national on a … Continue reading →

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a fever dream

the word : firmament we are lost at sea without anchorage. the firmament is a figment of a syphillitic fever dream. the firmament is affixed to a corrugated sheet of tin—full of pinpricks—and backed by massive metal armatures. the sun … Continue reading →

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a tabasco drip

Writing to the British Shipping Forecast Blues Paranoiac-critical to channel light vessel automatic—distortion to static—yankee hotel foxtrots in 3-minute fixes. I’m good—occasionally moderately—and now I have the unveiling change heebie-jeebies. The only thing constant is impermanence. And sure showers are … Continue reading →

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rid of meaning

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) [redux] Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. … Continue reading →

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a merry place

A poop pouch for a brain. A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic is only the half of it— There is no self awareness. What I’m Reading: In Key West, the living surround the dead,who … Continue reading →

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scissors and fluff

sleep deprivation tanka any quintuplets?another colloquium?bring scissors and fluff.gnu stiffeners and goatherds—it’s a party, tape your fall. What I’m Reading: I wasn’t used to being a confused person, but that was how life was. Sometimes the events of the world … Continue reading →

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other deceptive codpieces

Eyeless in Tabula Rasa A monocle in the 1970s was as prideful as a pince nez. Today we wear neoliberal coke bottle-bottom horn rims. . . These ideas are drawn from a particularly short-sighted cilia’s lamentations entitled: Perky Monoliths and … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 55

What I’m Reading: . . . for in Mumbai, as in Miami and many other coastal cities, these are often the very areas in which expensive new construction projects are located. Property values would almost certainly decline if residents were … Continue reading →

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