Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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hash mark clusters (redux)

Posted on February 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Notebooks She hated blank pages like she hated the blankness of her life. So she began by making marks – large, loose, gestural sweeps on the page. She then shifted from elongated serpentines to dense clusters of hash marks on … Continue reading →

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poorer version of

Posted on February 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bitter Usually as a sacrilege, I stood on my head and peed into my own mouth as a chimpanzee might on bikini night promotionals. There are jobs — and then there are the odd messes of oddnesses. Working two jobs … Continue reading →

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mosquitos and gnats

Posted on February 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muzzy Always the muzz of mosquitos and gnats about our heads. Blurs of barbaric pantaloons held in sanguine suasion and selective editing of those who would never fit the guidelines established by the groaning masses of under effect. Pleased to … Continue reading →

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unseen film screens

Posted on February 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lean Times When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little … Continue reading →

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someone is writing us

Posted on February 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

It’s a Family Affair I. He took off his shoes and the right pinkie was exposed — nude, malformed, and smelling like gruyere cheese from six feet away. A couple of wiry hairs arcing over the sock. She, on the … Continue reading →

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not yet cracked

Posted on January 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mr. X Decides to Build His Dream House During what was the longest six months of my life, bedridden after a near-death experience, I could not sleep and the only thing that kept me alive was Eraserhead.  I watched that … Continue reading →

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kick the skull (redux)

Posted on January 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waxing Indecisive I. “You think grave digging is something to be embarrassed about? Everybody needs a grave digger, son.” “I believe you father, but in these times of pestilence I feel overburdened. While the other kids play kick the skull … Continue reading →

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teenage hoodlum hoodwinker

Posted on January 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

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rankled raffish pincers

Posted on January 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment after … Continue reading →

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