Tag Archives: Microfiction

of ruined trajectories

Posted on March 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cur Curved cortices,consciousness of the othered,you lack in your milesof half-smiles and squander. Incisorsbared, inward-turned, glintslick with palaver strings—as sibilant missiles cutinvolute trails into a skyof ruined trajectories. Growling currestive. What I’m Reading: “But there was so much more hate … Continue reading →

then a crash

Posted on March 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Happy House — install threshold 4/10Called at 3:41 when banging/noise began and apprised X., but as it stopped after a couple of minutes (and hoping it wouldn’t recur) I suggested I’d call back when it started again. — test stain … Continue reading →

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of moving backwards

Posted on March 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tzompantli The impression was one of moving down, of moving backwards, in life… BEDROOM96 high82 wide (83 wo baseboard)24 7/8 deep from baseboard(25 w/o)-no wings-1 1/2 inch top lip6’8″ (80 inches) of rod space … they called these types of … Continue reading →

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make it stop

Posted on March 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 3: Pesadilla Verdosa Did you notice you don’t stop ‘til you really stop? What does that even mean? Panta said. Well, Moira said, imagine a bunch of barking dogs or cats meowing to Jingle Bells, it doesn’t stop … Continue reading →

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in this corner

Posted on March 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bray of Winces S. understands nothing. He tries, squint-eyed, to turn his brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. S. sees himself, monochromatic, on the screen of his childhood 1974 Panasonic. He’s talking globular in a rectangular city. He … Continue reading →

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pincers and gloves

Posted on February 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading →

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what it meant

Posted on February 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Contractive Subtractive (redux) 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, … Continue reading →

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in our mouths

Posted on February 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand … Continue reading →

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at my dreams

Posted on February 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in … Continue reading →

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sing and tinge

Posted on February 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Another Language (an Erasure Poem Remixed) You can’t see your backhand tumescence. You ridge an indemnity to a mild occlusion. You shiv gambler smocks and spectator gallantry. You sing and tinge without specie or varicose effluvia. You spree on tremor-free … Continue reading →

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