Tag Archives: Microfiction

the hairline crack

Posted on November 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “One of the rules of writing that stands throughout time: do not be complacent. Take risks. And most important, listen.” —Joy Harjo / Catching the Light “Are you quiet enough to hear horned … Continue reading →

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on the water

Posted on November 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

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u r gr8

Posted on November 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

(my opuscule) 4 u i—c—y—u—r—gr8! What I’m Reading: “It troubles the mindas a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.” — Jane Hirshfield / “A Cottony Fate”

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unable to moor

Posted on November 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Day of the Drill He hadn’t so much lived these 33 years in a daydream as much as he felt that there’d always been a scrim between him and the world. Everything was seen and felt at a slight remove. … Continue reading →

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this moment desiccated

Posted on November 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Etiolated (redux) Your voice echoes through the ages — as if from the depths of dry amphora. Pushcarts and tumbrils full of the dregs of the failed american experiment. A skim of cream and a puff of smoke are equal … Continue reading →

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happen to know

Posted on November 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Overheard Convos at an Event U R Glad U Missed I have not challenged myself in that manner in two years… So what does serendipity mean? … and she was like so hush, hush. It was so embarrassing. I think … Continue reading →

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you become poetry

Posted on November 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Writing is impossible … Maybe it’s hopeless … But oh, god, at least it isn’t not writing.” — Sarah Gailey / “Pep Talk from Sarah Gailey” “the idea that writing is easy comes … Continue reading →

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time to cure

Posted on November 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Guiding the Peeps in Ur Head (blackout # 11.4.22) Today you will require additional timeto cure. Therefore we ask people to use the lowerdoor to enter the upperdoor. Access will return to normaltomorrow. Apologizefor the inconvenience. What I’m Reading: “Creativity … Continue reading →

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be free be

Posted on November 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Impingements A stomach churning invasion of impingements on the ears and the inner alcoves of the cranium. Akin to a machine spitting out screws ricocheting off the floors and tinkling in circles, in counterpoint, to the scraping of chairs and … Continue reading →

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i’ll bring you

Posted on November 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

nightmare no. 630 (flecked haiku) some roads have puddlessome rivers are flecked with bloodi’ll bring you a glass What I’m Reading: “Allow no Christian ritualsfor this bitch, but, ifyou like, you might invitea homeless dog to sing…” — Sandra Cisneros … Continue reading →

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