Tag Archives: Microfiction

you like quiet

Posted on October 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Moves, Nothing Glitters Imagine you’re on the streets of a yellow-down blown downtown. The rat’s nest smell of putrefaction—no one about, but you and the moles. Nothing moves, nothing glitters. There are canyons and spans of unused sound for … Continue reading →

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white dress shirt

Posted on October 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Withers The image: a chipped tooth, a bloody mouth, a spray of bloody saliva that fans out onto your date’s white dress shirt. The instant that nervous smile withers on her face. That is my image, my few words for … Continue reading →

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deal with that

Posted on October 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Letter Never Sent Dear X— Don’t fight the demons in your head—that will always be a losing proposition. You must realize the demons are there. The demons were invited in at an impressionable age and will always live in your … Continue reading →

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don’t disappoint anyone

Posted on October 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Workshop Notes Various ideas for your book: Include a scene at a rheumy palace— Maybe adapt a scene from a nonfiction setting on shipwrecked cay. Maybe not. Use these words liberally:ablation; asperity; cassocks; chasubles; hooded cowls; astringent; incursive; afflux; minikin; … Continue reading →

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frozen in place

Posted on October 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Affix Us (redux) A vicious penny farthing flashes across the window, as the dreadful coins are placed upon her eyes. The incantations from the holy man’s mouth sound like blaspheme as the sky grows bright outside. We move across the … Continue reading →

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the action unspooling

Posted on October 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Raw Manifold … let’s move on to dreams, phosphenes and the armatures and substructures that make up those worlds. Even in the most extreme and intense dreams one may see below the action unspooling in said dream narrative and peak … Continue reading →

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out of tune

Posted on September 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow (redux) The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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that toothy vortex

Posted on September 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoesWhile hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dogI planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the airI saw my brother’s arm impaled on a jagged … Continue reading →

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deaf and unseeing

Posted on September 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Means Something (redux) The victims were not drawn from the elites. The earliest surviving epistle asks: What of compassion? During the time of plague: What of abnegation? The outsider is to blame for the epidemic… expulsion, exodus… divine agency… … Continue reading →

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