Tag Archives: Microfiction

endless looping funhouse

Posted on August 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading →

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dissolution was set

Posted on August 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream of Fire My husband dreamt the sheets were on fire, and I wouldn’t come in the bedroom. He called and called for me, but I would not come. When I finally walked in he asked, why didn’t you come? … Continue reading →

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oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

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saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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the queso blanco

Posted on August 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Grilled Cheese Camorra (redux) Henry found Mao, Fidel and his mother at the foot of the bed. They sat cross legged on the floor. Castro held a cast iron pan up for the Chairman’s approval. The Chairman said, “Your … Continue reading →

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don’t crawl inside

Posted on August 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

found poem (3.0) / interstices (111516) “… the smell of steelit’s warm it’s visceralthe smell of bloodand steelit’s warmif you are in a situation like thatdon’t crawl insidein the middle of the roomevery person who had his phone callingwas killed…” … Continue reading →

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soggy piss-chips

Posted on July 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

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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a thunderous welcome

Posted on July 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

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 →

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pierced her medulla

Posted on July 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

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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by that apparition

Posted on July 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

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 →

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