Tag Archives: Microfiction

impaled by sunshine

Posted on May 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Liminal Haiku You can see through me—Hollow, fluid, liminal—Impaled by sunshine. What I’m Listening To: “Here comes life with his leathery whipHere comes life with his leathery, leathery” — Aldous Harding / “Leathery Whip”

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a stopgap gesture

Posted on May 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Structural Logic New people born daily: $5.99 / lb. Self-replicating cosmic forces, yeasts, molds. The sky is a terminal blue. Ontology, espistemology, phenomenology, Teletubbies. Getting naked in front of another person for the first time. Coral reefs bleaching. Hieronymus Bosch, … Continue reading →

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a random event

Posted on May 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Newsruption 2 You will no longer be bothered, or financially hurt, by your role in an office-clearingconfrontation at the place where they “check all your boxes”based on a photo posted on Facebook. You will no longer be bothered, or financially … Continue reading →

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cooked to perfection

Posted on May 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

roil (ukiah poem) coronal mass ejectionroil bubble and boilthe earth cooked to perfection What I’m Reading: “Yet recent analysis shows there is now a 48 per cent chance of temporarily exceeding 1.5°C within the next five years.” — New Scientist … Continue reading →

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now you don’t

Posted on May 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: “Artists manifested themselves in art, not the world, so humans … Continue reading →

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while oceans acidify

Posted on May 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

planet b tanka ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: “A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope—the only obligation is honesty . . . “ — Bill McKibben / … Continue reading →

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round dandelion free

Posted on May 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Prune Haiku Prune my apple tree—Possum-tailed blind, hedgehog round,Dandelion free. What I’m Reading: “First day of war.Rockets, not birds, whizzed by the window inthe morning.” — Ludmila Khersonsky / “First Day of War”

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tied up waiting

Posted on May 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

tuesday thursday plastic shovel in handshots whizz by my headit’s hard to breathe and run this fast i strike a saintly posei’m a pin cushion i’m a pineapplei’m a porcupine undone arrows are an occupational hazardtied up waiting for the … Continue reading →

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was a way

Posted on May 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

minutes pass / there are two left (redux) i.los minutos pasanquedan dos and then there was a multifoliatea multiplicity, a multivariate, a multiplication that startedwith two but here in this space, in thisvoid there is only one only one that … Continue reading →

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i eye

Posted on May 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

aye i stye eye What I’m Reading: “Fame is a bucket of eyes.” — Victoria Chang / “Late Wonders”

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