Tag Archives: Microfiction

What I’m Reading: There are daysWhen the voiceless end upSpeaking under the weight of contemptAs we know, no worse torture exists — Abdourahman A. Waberi / “A Touch of Salt on My Confession”

What I’m Reading: Next he was sitting in on a congressionalHearing on whether to classify pancakesAs cake. A conservative senator warned ofA slippery slope. What next? he said,Icing on biscuits? — Ishmael Reed / “The Diabetic Dreams of Cake”

What I’m Reading: Death is not an emergency but the body limping againstits own walls as it realizes freedom. — Feranmi Ariyo / “Fission”

What I’m Reading: Scientists said “heat domes” and related atmospheric events behind extreme weather around the world had almost tripled in strength and duration since the 1950s, as tens of millions of people sweltered in “dangerous heat” in parts of … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Two brass rings:ornaments, curatives, punishment,what’s the difference,pain swims for a microscope.The rings around Saturn swim too,a girdle of mist which hurts space. — Fanny Howe / “Original” That’s what white supremacy, what racism is. … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Even so, even the thousands of fragments of images AI would use to make a non-existent child had to have come from children who’d been complete children once. Where were they now? All of them, the maybe-real … Continue reading →

the wrist the fleshdomestic squabbles sexual tormentsand economic setbacks a pianoof arresting tonal cruditycorporeal and untamed headlong riotscantankerous contentiousthe wrist on fire remarkable pluckcaustic worldviewa portrait of defeatism What I’m Reading: It can be difficult to distinguish forbearance from resignation, … Continue reading →

flicker film fugue i sat through a flicker film festivalpaul sharitstony conrada couple kubelka’s fences on coloror was itfeces in dolor? crowds snakes choral singersdid I see helen dance the frug?(look it up on youtube!)in a flicker film? oy! it … Continue reading →

star foil frappé we are all transiencewaiting to happen a shooting hardens into a moral expensecutting and loathed a gutting shorthand anchored in a heartprickly and petty a persistent vicar of bastard pipe nets castdreamlike and bleak a dirge a … Continue reading →

Fissure It snappedThe great mass of humanityA final offenceFloating coalA dream softened then brutalReflection and prisonSweat-kissed pressureThe fissure underlying the weak substrateA giant mawGnaws cloaked in shadow Doomed as all other empires doomedDistorted by the ripe and endless cavils A … Continue reading →