Tag Archives: Microfiction

truckfuls of trees

Posted on April 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Immiserations Everyday Extinctions Covered in crudeBlack beachHell’s coast Truckfuls of treesClear cutDenuded forest Rich as Croesus What I’m Reading: “Deforestation currently adds about a billion tons of carbon to the atmosphere annually, which is twenty per cent or more of … Continue reading →

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i’d rather not

Posted on April 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Abnegation I don’t want to.I’d rather not.Please, no.Negatory.Nah.No. What I’m Reading: “… the air around us—even where it’s clean, and smells like spring, and is filled with birds—is significantly changed. We have substantially altered the earth’s atmosphere.” — William McKibben … Continue reading →

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to melt away

Posted on April 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Consigned We streamed into the streamThe water we stood inWe stood inOnly once We eventually returned to whereWe came fromWe came from a desolate place We began to melt away I was not sorry We had been in timeIn time … Continue reading →

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an obscure cube

Posted on April 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Canker-Gray The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog. She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly thick—all … Continue reading →

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new found vision

Posted on April 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Lay Hands She woke up desirous of having acute control of mise en scène. She wanted to become a film director / cinematographer, and to live a future of more linearity and clarity. That night she explained her new found … Continue reading →

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move my pen

Posted on April 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Loudmouth What can I offer? A warring world where life is bereft of meaning. Father on an amphetamine-fueled jag. Mother, a dark figure, a smoke-like wraith moving through the house. I stare and move my pen to the din of … Continue reading →

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this isn’t paradise

Posted on April 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Phantom The amplitude of echoesFunction like a phantom limb Glucose seeps into the cellsSmell of white gas and charcoal A swale once full of shoulder depth snowDid you know Frazil are ice crystalsFormed in turbulent water, as in swiftStreams or … Continue reading →

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the upper bout

Posted on April 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Finale of Seem (redux) It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there… like the scale of wildfires and flash flood … Continue reading →

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sharp even here

Posted on April 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rasped Haiku Her sickness resolved—Distilled, rasped clean by feverDreams, sharp even here. What I’m Reading: “No star burns forever . . . the world will eventually literally end.” — Emily St. John Mandel / Sea of Tranquility

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your local listings

Posted on April 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Time is a distillation Coincidence is a construct Check your local listings What I’m Reading: “Too late now to keep the polar cap from melting. Venice subsides; South America explodes.” — John Barth / “Two Meditations”