Tag Archives: Microfiction

it is nothing

Posted on September 7, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . and he looked out to where the grass was running in the wind under the cold starlight as if it were the earth itself hurtling headlong and he said softly before … Continue reading →

brown studies brain

Posted on September 6, 2025 by istsfor manity

I stopped fugue-ing I lost my motivation when my lizard died. I stopped fugue-ing at the moon in the midday sun. I grooved in clandestine sweaters while all about me clouds of gnats figured trifecta bets on Morse code calculators. … Continue reading →

cockatoo jet set

Posted on September 5, 2025 by istsfor manity

empty houses a stack of shuffled madnessin-between motions and after-emergencieslong-take dialogue scumswine underscoring the cultural disasterhabitual cheques overdrawndefamiliarized woundscockatoo jet set in cafés swillin gutbuckets overflowingyour narrow ankles on micro-theater screensplaying to empty housescomically taxed beyond salvation What I’m Reading: … Continue reading →

that toothy vortex

Posted on September 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces (redux) 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 … Continue reading →

groats quorum forum

Posted on September 3, 2025 by istsfor manity

One Raw Manifold (redux) This isn’t your house. You don’t belong here. You can’t come in here anytime you want and go in that room. The Muscovy duck eggs have failed to hatch — a marten’s been at them and … Continue reading →

the anvil headed

Posted on September 2, 2025 by istsfor manity

we’re overdue for a reckoning Continue reading →

your ruthless cankles

Posted on September 1, 2025 by istsfor manity

Alcoholics by Appointment Tectonic plates nimbly moving between the two of us — threads separated by upsetting intertitles. I understood wanting — the fist unfoldings like investigating what I wanted from life. A propensity for unrelated stretches of boredom respectively … Continue reading →

do not stop

Posted on August 31, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week My parents took me to Red Lobster to tell me they were getting adivorce. Parents always take you to Red Lobster when they need totell you something awful and important, like failure. They figure … Continue reading →

next big thing

Posted on August 30, 2025 by istsfor manity

addled spotlight tour ain’t no wind bearing the word or the next big thing. i’m one to keep the substances keeping out, then add—be made to heel. all exaggeration and no aggravation! more core centuries of mistaken indexed identities. you’re … Continue reading →

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enough of that

Posted on August 29, 2025 by istsfor manity

FORMATTING: (redux) press the eject + cut the tape “… if the story is starting to feel very forced, or if you become excited about an alternate possibility for your story, feel free to abandon or modify one of these … Continue reading →