Tag Archives: Microfiction

soon be fear

Posted on January 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

overshadow a long term goalwill soon be fearadjustment firstyou feelreal smalllcounter actionsee it notyou cannot beand that is all What I’m Reading: “I let my ringworm mind roll free.” — Charles Bukowski / On Writing

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roil dark water

Posted on January 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dark Water Tanka (redux) Lower the lifeboats—We tread nose-deep in the plague—Lifelines beyond us.We roil dark water and sink.The mermaids sing for no one. What I’m Reading: “To call your father and say, I’d forgotten how nice everyone in these … Continue reading →

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color or effort

Posted on January 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

strange abstraction paper cacheimpositionsand tessellations half-inchbyhalf-inch one sees neithercoloror effort in men What I’m Reading: “With all the love and respect in the world, this song is bullshit, a grotesque mockery of what it is to be human, and, well, … Continue reading →

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not to remember

Posted on January 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

haunted (found poem: erased manipulated & cut-up) selecta placehauntedspiritedimbuedwith days sticktimes and a noteof lightand sound shadowsomeoneand arise leave smellstextures phonea thoughtand memorythat sensorypockettalk afterwardcheckeverything youremembertry not to rememberjust observe What I’m Reading: “Saw sea waves rush ashoresome angry some … Continue reading →

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a euchre poultice

Posted on January 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

Email from the Northern Country @ N+14 Hi Neighbors! Do you know leeks? I would lump to start a coalfield fire that meets subterraneanly on occasion and smolders . I did this when I lived in Michigan—it’s a veritable furnace! … Continue reading →

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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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