Tag Archives: Microfiction

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 →

i wonder i

Posted on September 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Disappearer I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is excellent. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s mostly kids … Continue reading →

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whimper wimple woman

Posted on September 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Like They was Family Whimper wimple woman, he said. This ain’t Asgard. He held a fork upright in his right hand—a knife in his left. I want to strangle you blue, she said. I’d like to see your eyes bulge … Continue reading →

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forecasts and promises

Posted on September 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iv overheard in the uzbek restaurant…wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields, too much hashthe one-upmanship sharp…peripatetic call and response about the tang and … Continue reading →

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riddles and baffles

Posted on August 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

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