Tag Archives: Microfiction

a floating shadow

Posted on November 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading →

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rejoice our dead

Posted on November 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (redux) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty … Continue reading →

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the frustration detective

Posted on October 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

More Warping Memos from the Building Managment @ N+13 Happy Halloween Monday. There will be trim-or-treating by chips in the Tracksuit and Townhouses on Monday October 31 from 5-7 pm. The chips will trim-or-treat only in the apostrophes where owners/renters … Continue reading →

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trash and food

Posted on October 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “…and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.” — Charles Bukowski / Notes of a Dirty Old Man “When I lace my boots, before stepping … Continue reading →

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what is correct

Posted on October 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hanging Chain Cholla The difficulty grows. Driving. Trying to get back. Something amiss. Disagreements. House not a home. Airy space in the country. Windows down. Smell of desiccated earth. What is correct? Who decides? Three rough looking men on the … Continue reading →

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the gaping mouths

Posted on October 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 18 What is this amerce? All is forgiven. All is lost. The pages are in the closet. All is erumpent. Lava flows from the gaping mouths of shoes. Laces ablaze. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes, I start … Continue reading →

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time my eggs

Posted on October 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Counterclockwise I’m slightly fuzzybut coiled. I’m using tape loopsto time my eggs. I’m softly focusedon passing time. the world ricochetscounterclockwise You gaze up fromunderwater— time untethered. What I’m Reading: “Something in the back of her head hurt. It was her … Continue reading →

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see my problem

Posted on October 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Some Lines from the Wednesday Personals LOOKING FOR LIVER-SHAPED COFFEE TABLES …because I thought she was excessively nasty. …large slivers of wood sticking out like knife blades…a wooden door born @ Home Depot… Do oysters die in your mouth, or … Continue reading →

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around us yipping

Posted on October 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

There Were Leeches She says to walk with her and she’ll take me to them. As we set out an animaloid—something that resembles a small and lithe hyena—runs circles around us. She seems to know this beastie. It nips at … Continue reading →

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my disco pickle

Posted on October 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Every little tilde valve, every lifted seawall, every raised house only purchases time, not a permanent fix.” — Madeline Ostrander / At Home on an Unruly Planet “XBB is a nasty little subvariant. … Continue reading →

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