Tag Archives: Microfiction

this town was

Posted on January 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

sloughed (haiku) she sloughed off the past—this town was her place of birth,but she not of it.

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be just fine

Posted on January 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Just Fine (haiku) Nothing understood,Nothing to rely upon—She would be just fine. What I’m Reading: “We are eroding. We are evolving. This is my mantra. The time has come to stop seeing ourselves as saviors and instead  see ourselves as human beings … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 21

Posted on January 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Because people are a nightmare. Any system predicated on the idea of innate human decency is a joke. We’re proving that now, as we have been for centuries. That hatred, that bigotry, that superstition, that deep, deep … Continue reading →

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continues to loop

Posted on January 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

Not Sure I am certain that it is the devil’s work, and the devil doesn’t speak English, so here I am studying Mandarin and I have no idea how this fortune cookie, which is written in Spanish, got here. I’m … Continue reading →

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eyes turned inward

Posted on January 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

death eyes (ukiah) eye had been given death eyesblack eyes turned inwardcoruscated eyes that burn What I’m Reading: “Was I sleeping while others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say … Continue reading →

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chimes our crimes

Posted on January 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

A Week One in a New Year (n+7) A red clove beatnikfalling against the snuffs— you delighted—look ready forour “do-come-in.” We take our timing, warm up for the dark, eyeing the cobblestones, boozers, scarves— four to six bridges, red flanges—the … Continue reading →

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wandering little drift

Posted on January 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Then at some point there was something called the internet of things, a phrase I never really understood, but anyway I am now all about the internet of the senses, which can’t be … Continue reading →

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like lithium fog

Posted on January 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

like like lithium foglike muslin gauzelike truce & warfarelike a weariness that settleslike wondering & wanderinglike the ever-lengthening linelike the slight scrim between u & the world like a poem that ends here. What I’m Reading: “you are the cow … Continue reading →

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but i digress

Posted on January 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

pero divago es un automatismo francoy elevado nada que ver con el generalísimopero en general es el género de nuestros enerosnublados & nevlados entre nuestras gestiones congeladas& fracasos helados te quiero decirte quiero pero divagodistraído en la catedraldel cuy empalado … Continue reading →

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nothing would be

Posted on January 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Aeonian or Aeolian? She mistook her aeonian harp for her aeolian harp. She mistook her bemusement for amusement. Her confoundment for profoundment and her conclusion for inclusion. Nothing seemed to be what it needed to be and her mind kept … Continue reading →

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