Tag Archives: Microfiction

shot she shot

Posted on April 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

SLR It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex camera, … Continue reading →

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welt on your

Posted on March 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading →

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you must know

Posted on March 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Contractive Subtractive There were erasures to make. He made the erasures. There were no complaints. The work was done. He moved on. When more erasures were required, he made those; and in this manner his work was accomplished, and … Continue reading →

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horny canary executioner

Posted on March 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Desultory and Inert It’s the anvil in the stomach that gets me. You never get me. The feeling of being tethered to the earth by your viscera. That insouciant look when you ignore me. So I’ve taken to overconsumption of … Continue reading →

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malevolence and secretions

Posted on March 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Oblation and Obloquy Strictly speaking I’m not saying what you think I’m talking about. You’ve got your facts correct but your theme is enjambed with my leitmotif. I’m schooling you with malevolence, and secretions waiting, in sketchy, skittery, and toothsome … Continue reading →

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get a room

Posted on March 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dinner and a Polemic Do you want me to make dinner now? It seems to be what you are saying. I’m saying that the guys over there fighting about whether U.S. Girls is “rawk” enough—maybe in an indie way—but no … Continue reading →

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i remain ungainly

Posted on March 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Attitudinize I am awkward in appearance. A sea oat blown near-horizontal. I will grow this beard as long as I want. I doomscroll as a default setting. I get excited when the gales cause these walls to creak. My minions … Continue reading →

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are these silverfish

Posted on March 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Questions Unanswered Yesterday What side effects should I expect tonight? Really? Seriously? Today? What is this filth? What are the chances we become an intelligent and empathetic country? Is this a poem or a story? Where are these silverfish coming … Continue reading →

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the terminal point (redux)

Posted on March 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

What Ails You? “Mama? What’s a welkin? Is that like a pickle?” “No, dear. It’s the vault of the sky. The firmament, you know?” “Is that like something permanent, Ma? “No… It’s Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan!” The clouds part and … Continue reading →

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an outside thing

Posted on March 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pinned Dig, Digby, dig. Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t put it that … Continue reading →

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