Tag Archives: Microfiction

can’t do this

Posted on March 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

How do I manage to stay underground? Are you going to help me? Can you arrange it? I can’t do this alone. What I’m Reading: “Now I only dream in English. I do not recognize my own voice.I open my … Continue reading →

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The Bullyboy Creep

Posted on March 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Thee Bullyboy Creep Bullyboy in turtleneck aplombStringing z’s together in an endless creepCreep o’ the centuryCreep o’ the weekDo thee Bullyboy Creep What I’m Reading: “We have the capacities for understanding and, at the same time, we understand nothing…” — … Continue reading →

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guilty bystanders we

Posted on March 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

g.b.w. guilty bystanders we?bystanders guilty we!we guilty bystanders. What I’m Reading: “’Now,’ he said, ‘I’ll by God show them how ugly the Ugly American can be.’And he breaks out all the ugliest pictures in the image bank and puts it … Continue reading →

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i say blue

Posted on March 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sour (redux) Something in the magic of the sour blueberries and yogurt made the start of the day feel somewhat violet—or should I say blue. No. Go ahead and say blew. The day blew before it really got started. She, … Continue reading →

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the closed circuit

Posted on March 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flooded / Parched The things that were deleterious to her health were the things she enjoyed most in life. She found her life an endless set of binary “yes or no’s”—multivariate options always at the “0” or “1” click or … Continue reading →

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first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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of ruined trajectories

Posted on March 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cur Curved cortices,consciousness of the othered,you lack in your milesof half-smiles and squander. Incisorsbared, inward-turned, glintslick with palaver strings—as sibilant missiles cutinvolute trails into a skyof ruined trajectories. Growling currestive. What I’m Reading: “But there was so much more hate … Continue reading →

then a crash

Posted on March 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Happy House — install threshold 4/10Called at 3:41 when banging/noise began and apprised X., but as it stopped after a couple of minutes (and hoping it wouldn’t recur) I suggested I’d call back when it started again. — test stain … Continue reading →

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of moving backwards

Posted on March 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tzompantli The impression was one of moving down, of moving backwards, in life… BEDROOM96 high82 wide (83 wo baseboard)24 7/8 deep from baseboard(25 w/o)-no wings-1 1/2 inch top lip6’8″ (80 inches) of rod space … they called these types of … Continue reading →

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make it stop

Posted on March 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 3: Pesadilla Verdosa Did you notice you don’t stop ‘til you really stop? What does that even mean? Panta said. Well, Moira said, imagine a bunch of barking dogs or cats meowing to Jingle Bells, it doesn’t stop … Continue reading →

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