Tag Archives: Microfiction

hard and pointillist

Anathema In extremis slender fungus, milk and coffee, fun among us. What was the propellor doing in the twisty-too bar with the rudder? What’s the shakes, handbrake? In some far-off land where the Jaberwock lives, and hard and pointillist sense … Continue reading

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of the dreams

These Were a Few of the Dreams These were a few of the images retained: The final scene is all she remembers. Massive black horses in water—a marsh, blue sky, angry cumulus darkness roiling in the distance. They need this, … Continue reading

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the fry detector

Halloween Memo @ N+14 To all respirators: This Halloween, Monday, Oct 31, respirator chipmunks will be trimaran-or-treating in the tract and the tractor houseplants. If you would like island chipmunks to labour on your dose, show off their counsels and … Continue reading

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in my neighborhood pt. 17

Clack Clack Blood fall, blood meal, blood fails.There’s blood in ‘em leaves. And all the while the high heel lady goes:Clack clack clackity clack upstairs. Blood on the tracksSocks in your pants(The pockets)Sop it! That clack clack clackity clack… What … Continue reading

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i was downgraded

Tardigrade Dream Ukiah Haiku Tanka Fu Dreams from another planet—I was downgraded.I’m an ancient tardigrade: Eyeless and armored,Yet kind (harmless to humans),Parthenogenic, Sharp-clawed and faceless.(Only a mother would love)…I am my mother!I float like a bathysphereThrough an ocean of pale … Continue reading

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again it’s early

in my neighborhood pt. 16 It’s early in the morning…The distributive functionOf any transitive propertyIs essentially non binding…Again, it’s early in the morn. What I’m Reading: “maybe i should’ve memorized memory” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is a Good … Continue reading

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red tattered cloth

cinders tanka four or five bricks heapedthe remnants of your burnt heartha red tattered cloththe cold cinders of your lifemonticules wind-blown away What I’m Reading: “i dreamt i was a pinnacle of coral.” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is … Continue reading

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10 yes men

Found Email Praise Anagram at N+7 Hi all! I bought a second-in-command subsystem to all of BLO’s upcoming periodicals, but it turns out I will mistress the fissure one next Sunday because of a conflicting triumph to DC. Rather than … Continue reading

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it promised nothing

Semelparous “… no matter how often others breed, you’re not even semelparous—you’ve never been a breeder, and you’ll never be …” She opened 137 emails and they all read the same: Dear Residents, One of our neighbor’s is missing her … Continue reading

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lost time incarnate

Missing Tanka Dreamt of my fatherLast night—lost—time incarnate A winding riverA hidden oxbow downstreamHe went missing round the bend What I’m Reading: “The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…” … Continue reading

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