Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

all western rib

Posted on January 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

scribblin ise got music innadivine way and thingsto tha heart ise not in tha mood for americansplendor—ise got socio-political scabs—rat-scabies / virulence / in the gloaming yearsof empire / desire / wese got idiosyncratic news—all the newsthats fit to fix … Continue reading →

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nuts for books

Posted on January 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

stuff overheard yesterday Do you have an account with us? … driven by a snaking bassline … Instead of The Bear I meant The Beef. My son is absolutely nuts for books. I did, however, buy a pair of really … Continue reading →

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hourly at :23

Posted on January 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

We Ask … of Divination Dear Residents, We ask of divination no deviation from devotion to the caw and cedilla. We ask that you please use cedar chips while entering the garage as the bullfight ring and kitty litter obscure … Continue reading →

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outside of history

Posted on January 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

Oneiric Thing Fade in. Write you into a dream. It becomes nightmare. WASP-69b. All shadow despite the flames ringing the frame. Aggravated arpeggios plinked by helium horns on hydrogen bushes. Something vast, sinuous and sinister, undulates beyond the horizon. Outside … Continue reading →

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super-sized syzygy

Posted on January 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

Instead of I Love You I’d rather say… My heart, a meatgrinder pulse in your cosmic stew churns out galaxies of beatpoet farrago. Each beat splicing and fractionating you into every nightmare, every delirium, every synaptic Fata Morgana. You’re the … Continue reading →

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exactly eggs-actley

Posted on January 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

cut-up 01062024 Me, ya’ sure.fade into man and woman, see the words into headsWhere violet leaves ain’twhere next, you know, mouth without teeth nightmare? You hate a lot of it TALLdegenerate and faithless City is a dog, prison is a … Continue reading →

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minute of elation

Posted on January 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Seafood City, Very Pretty Fade In. The violet sky suffused with a borealis green at the horizon line, and where a dark lake should be I find instead a crumpled piece of black construction paper. But how did they get … Continue reading →

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humans are dumb

Posted on January 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

In Silver Lamé Petunia has a dream where she hides in her sister’s basement while her sister conducts a clandestine revolutionary meeting upstairs in the newly remodeled kitchen. Che Guevara and the Symbionese Liberation Army are in attendance. Hot chocolate … Continue reading →

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please sister please

Posted on January 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Madcap Rasps She spills a cup of lukewarm spasmodic hate on the splotchy record cover. A monocle of Earl floats on The Madcap Laughs, and catches a waver of dim sunlight. This is the stuff of irritation. This is … Continue reading →

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seven blisters smooth

Posted on January 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Echo Elegy (Tanka) We bleed salt and ice—Mournful echoes of glaciers—Seven sunburns deep,We lance seven blisters smooth:Heat domes in the skin-light dawn. What I’m Reading: “And if the urgency of a subject were indeed a criterion of its seriousness, then, … Continue reading →

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