Tag Archives: Microfiction

to be home

Posted on February 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Medium-Density Amorphous The longing for home—as darkness descends & sickness and death lurk at the peripheries. The new ice—the medium-density amorphous ice. The geophony of home—how the wind howls at 212 feet elevation. It’s good to be home—wherever that is. … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

pale ash gray

Posted on February 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

A Day Gray February (redux) Dark thought on a gray day —gray in every gradation: 18% gray card graythe ideal photographic gray of wet city streets& shards of east river gray the cold of gainsborogray rain dead-eye graypale ash gray … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

nothing is true

Posted on February 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Languor (redux) His word, his breath,Are merely synecdoche —Ephemeral. Nothing is true in the trueSense of the word. He drifts on the Lethe,Intoxicated by water that transforms —A trip into languor —And never sets foot on the other shore. What … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

are wandering rogues

Posted on February 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required (redux) When Hortensio awoke his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

dizzy and cilial

Posted on February 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

You Are an Exquisite Corpse (redux) transmogrifying andgrowing appendagesnever intended. Your exquisite corpsecycles through different headsas your whim catches. Your octopus headglobular and gentle. Your paramecium bodydizzy and cilial. Your surgical instrument armssharp and askew. Your gelatin shoulders neverstop quivering. … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

seals rubber feet

Posted on February 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped (redux) Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. What I’m Reading: “The above passage is carefully calculated to deprave the cultivated reader.” — Samuel Beckett / … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

the mourning dove

Posted on January 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

what the mourning dove said: What I’m Reading: “In a shared world we cannot assume that any way of understanding, ordering, or valuing is correct or final. Rather, we are required to attend to others in their specificity, to ask … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

your mother’s shadow

Posted on January 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

So This Is Love (Cento) To find your own handHanding them moneyTo give the bleating goatFat and red, a placentaPulled open as if she had bittenCold fingers combingThe air in the northEyes rimmed pink Don’t worry just call itOne long … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

terror of ecocide

Posted on January 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).” — Samuel Beckett / Murphy “Mom makes a list of chores for my brother and I to avoid being slappedOr asked to … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

a barren hollow

Posted on January 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

hollow darkness sinks deeperinto a barren hollowthe sun shines elsewhere What I’m Reading: “The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.” — Samuel Beckett / Murphy

Posted in Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment