Tag Archives: Microfiction

a deficient ejaculation

Posted on March 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading →

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dumpster-bin nonchalance

Posted on March 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Self-Portrait (as the Jubjub Bird and the Frumious Bandersnatch) Down South Jocose in those dying days of Sancti Spiritus. They jostled and jointed, they foisted and hoisted, the beams up to the sky. Mountain joists of slick primer. Letters fell … Continue reading →

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molasses death spiral

Posted on March 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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spastic and ekphrastic

Posted on February 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dollars for Dollops Blindly devote yourself to formulary Z-074. Make triplicate copies send one to me, one to Human Resources, and one to the Department of Repressive Operations. Sing, glory be! Gloriole and halo benders and everything is ordinary until … Continue reading →

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on my tuneage

Posted on February 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music Sometimes I am asked to clarify my position and I say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I mean and I say this hand is love and this hand is … Continue reading →

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more pleasant misanthrope

Posted on February 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wretched Hypnopompia This morning I woke up with an angry welt on my left temple. I had a bad night’s sleep, that much is obvious. Which is odd as I’ve sleeping rather well lately. Eris, on the other hand, sleeps … Continue reading →

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afterimage aftermath

Posted on February 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Anodyne Frenta blackens the screen by placing her hand in front of the projector. One half of the class turns around and looks at her, the other half screams out “hey” and “oh” and throw their arms up. Frenta whispers … Continue reading →

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dig a pony

Posted on February 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Two of Us I just dug a pony… and dig about for blue plastic soldiers. I’m digging up around my backyard and my neighbor comes outside to see what I’m doing. We live in a duplex. I in the south … Continue reading →

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for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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hash mark clusters (redux)

Posted on February 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Notebooks She hated blank pages like she hated the blankness of her life. So she began by making marks – large, loose, gestural sweeps on the page. She then shifted from elongated serpentines to dense clusters of hash marks on … Continue reading →

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