Tag Archives: Microfiction

This. Is. Digitized. This is a digitized morning page. This is a digitized mourning phase. This is digitized mental squall. This is digitized coming to terms. This is digitized hullabaloo. This is digitized push and pull through the eye of … Continue reading →

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →

October Love (redux) A vibrant tuning fork in hand—This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart. You tell me to videograph your heartache.You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love … Continue reading →

there’s a desolation and a strange hope, all at once, in the vast spaces of the west… there’s something to be said of empty spaces…  day after day… you fill in the story… What I’m Listening To: I am nowhere … Continue reading →

No Fear She found herself on the other side of the country — drove in a fugue as far west as she could until she hit the ocean. As she drove away from the eastern ocean on the other extreme … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The sky is a century with no windows.I say things like that. Sorry.You have more rights than the undocumented:I need a permit to uproot you.Ofelia believes only rain can touch all of you.My mother … Continue reading →

The Last Nimbus (redux) A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for … Continue reading →

Misanthrope I am a battering ram of ill intentionI am a wounded person I was wounded while very youngI have made it my life’s mission — First, subconsciously,Later, with rigor — To wound others in returnfamily, friends, strangers, humanity… Even … Continue reading →

Anything But That 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence of … Continue reading →

misdemeanors and woodpiles look in the mirrormisdemeanors and woodpiles i am an egotist in a spangled tabernaclethe most lost of causes i’m still hereunsupervised and undeserving beginner landslideson and off at the most inopportune the hot chomp braglone cocoa beat … Continue reading →