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Tag Archives: Microfiction
soggy piss-chips
Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading
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Tagged Chance Operations, Creative Writing, Cut-Up Writing, Dada, Drama is the Opiate of the Masses, Dream Notation, Experimental something, Experimental writing, Hybrid writing, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Poetry, Post-Apocalypse, Prose Poetry, Random Sights with Signs, Silence, Writing
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a thunderous welcome
Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading
pierced her medulla
The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading
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Tagged Chance Operations, Collage, Cows and Migranes, Creative Writing, Cut-Up Writing, Dream Notation, Erasure Poetry, Experimental something, Experimental writing, Fiction, Hybrid writing, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Random Sights with Signs, Writing
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by that apparition
the apparition On 07.23.21 Mary was unable to write much, haunted and paralyzed by that apparition all those years ago—now making residence again somewhere deep in her mind. She had a day full of distrait, disinhibition, and discountenance—deliberate and unseen. … Continue reading
it’s awful offal
Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading
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Tagged Biomorphic Art, Chance Operations, Creative Writing, Dream Notation, Experimental something, Experimental writing, Flash Fiction, Ghosts, Hybrid writing, Micro Essay, Microfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Random Sights with Signs, Writing
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i am dislocation incarnate
The Crabwise Couscous Crumbcake Mary Arroyo wrote in her journal: 07/15/2021 Numen: a spiritual force or influence often identified with a natural object, phenomenon, or place The older I grow the less life makes sense to me. Every directive, every … Continue reading
a totalitarian turd
More praise for the thee istsfor manity reader: “Please, make it stop!”— Lit Blub magazine “I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader … Continue reading
rag and bone
The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading
ignition doesn’t catch
A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading
the world ascended
The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading