Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

away the nightmare

Posted on December 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “God is not dead. God has forgotten. God has dementia.” — Georgi Gospodinov / Time Shelter

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the exorcism matinée

Posted on December 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Tied Up Wrong A bluebell crack. The storybook matador lost in last week’s storm. Like a drone cyclone of hothouse hornets, come inklings of nuclear enrichment here and there—not good places, but nowhere is good for instant vaporization. I’m in … Continue reading →

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sound of going

Posted on December 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

Go Some off-brand thing was birthedOn an off-yearThe offal smell was awfulExtravagant—too many notesOf putrefactionLike so many cast-off organsOf admission, submission & perceptionGoGo on and sing in your off-key mannerIn your off-kilter empty halterYour bodice sleeveless & headlessIn an off-putting … Continue reading →

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meringue laden queefs

Posted on December 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

Riot in the Planetarium I overhear them talking of justification served brusquely — of the red, white and bluebell slash of false prophets. I overhear them considering who to bring justification to next: the slogans of smarmy approbation, the soft-pedal … Continue reading →

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this r.e.m. cycle

Posted on December 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Ballad of Baby Gumdrops X. Do you want baby gumdrops? Z. Do you want anything while I’m up? Y. It’s 72 degrees in here. Z. No, I don’t want baby gumdrops. Y. This here says a tree fell on … Continue reading →

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or less insane

Posted on December 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Something remarkable happens when you walk a long-distance path. I think you find an honesty that you don’t see in normal life. It unites those who walk in a sort of trail-induced euphoria … Continue reading →

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fool that expands

Posted on December 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dear Residents, Due to recent kitchen sink backups, this is a gentle reminder of what cannot go down the garbage disposal: coffin grinds rickshaws paste egos ejaculates election ballots breakthroughs fluff suggestions any fool that expands in water Thank you … Continue reading →

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keep the spoils

Posted on December 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

by doing so (tanka) bonus awarded—you get the prize, keep the spoils,i lose—get nothingin this manner life unspools—ouroboros unbroken What I’m Reading: “Right-wingers quote Orwell out of context to smear their enemies as fascists, and in the next breath laud … Continue reading →

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specializing in pedantics

Posted on December 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Slightly Personal Personal Hello All! I named my nasturtium Christina—thee new respirator bullfrog! I am excited to introduce her. She graduated from Honeymoon Croupier Institute in 2019. And is currently pursuing a Nutcracker Prat, J.D. in Pedantics at U of … Continue reading →

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the breaking point

Posted on December 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

strained (haiku) gusts bend a palm tree—warp it to the breaking point—strained, the palm abides What I’m Reading: “Did I tell you? I come from a people of sculptorswhose masterpiece was rubble.” — Ocean Vuong / “Almost Human” / Time … Continue reading →

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