Tag Archives: Microfiction

your mind fastens

Posted on January 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

in the unlikely event there is something louder than your heartit supersedes the asperity of your bones a wind forced through an aperture moansit sounds like a death rattle, an agonal breath this which your mind fastens uponwill always remain … Continue reading →

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governing and teaching

Posted on January 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

governing body : cuerpo directivo he cries little bits of her heartat a pivotal point in a pairof boxes full of higher figureswhere all thoughts of airsicknessrockets up the throat infundia : infusedsollozaba : sobbedtruhán : rogueaborrecido : abhorredsayete : … Continue reading →

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you you will

Posted on January 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

Horizon Lines You ain’t seeing what I’m seeing on the horizon of this new year. I ain’t saying what I’m seeing on the horizon of the new year. I ain’t writing about what I’m seeing on the horizon of the … Continue reading →

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little free libraries

Posted on January 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I couldn’t stand being seen as data: everything I did or said, everywhere I went, usable, profitable, predictive data. That invisible record, it accumulates, and you drag it around with you even though … Continue reading →

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a constant cavil

Posted on December 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

Caustics & Acrostics For $20 someone phones me and spits insults, in Cuban-inflected Spanish, through my earpiece. I also invest in seed packs for vanity, narcissus, and temerity. My fingers are refracted in the water backing up in the sink. … Continue reading →

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clock at 11:59

Posted on December 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Keeper of The Doomsday Clock (redux) I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. I’ll keep you in the dark. I stopped … Continue reading →

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depleted and paltry

Posted on December 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Email Fanfaronade Today, $50 = $100 when you make a gift to sustain… … my Ficus Audrey Tree. This is a mature tree around 6 ft tall— The fabric is Missoni and it has a pull out full-size bed. There … Continue reading →

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the babblative no

Posted on December 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

(or is it my stomach?) Dearest X, December rush, eh?Rebarbative bedfellows, yes?Assuage the babblative, no? You’ve got another December rush going and no guardian of the journal yet—you… you… you see… you see men hovering outside your window 15 & … Continue reading →

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detritus read slowly

Posted on December 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Misbegotten Notes, USA Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it…. At the … Continue reading →

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thirsty and eyeless

Posted on December 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Vulture Peak Tanka That arid seasonTranspired on vulture peak—Thirsty and eyeless—I roamed around the mountainHere, there, nowhere—all at once. What I’m Reading: “It’s a beautiful day to tell my mother I once aspired to kill myself…” — Julian Randall / … Continue reading →

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