Tag Archives: Microfiction

Writerly Canker Sore It starts out with a static preambulation—if there is such a thing. Somehow you’ve got to get started and this is as good a way sans a definite destination. Just a vagueness, something enveloped in the low … Continue reading →

Loudmouth (redux) What can I offer?A warring world where life is bereft of meaning.Father on an amphetamine-fueled jag.Mother, a dark figure, a smoke-like wraith moving through the house.I stare and move my crayon to the din of caffeinated voices, a … Continue reading →

(thee blackout gradients) What I’m Reading: When your country does not feel cozy, what do you do? — Naomi Shihab Nye / “You Are You’re Own State Department”

The Visit Darkness envelops the visitfrom my dead father. He says psychicautomatism betrayed him—the paranoiac-critical debased him. We count the shadows of ghosts untetheredfrom the sheets over their heads—one forgot to cut the eyeholes out—a blind ghost singing off-keyfrom a … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week there’s no Walmart in Afghanistan, said the father, because there’s atarget at every corner — Aria Aber / “Operation Cyclone, X. Catalogue of Grief” / Hard Damage If everyone on the planet had agreed … Continue reading →

Revision of the Altered Nymph Ridge Title these oracular (modular) keywords and trending torts, intensely focused on micro-modal matters of textuality beyond sexuality. Let’s talk Altered Nymph Ridge. I can take the transmission of AI sextets (think Disco-Tex and the … Continue reading →

Canker-Gray (redux) The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog.  She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly … Continue reading →

… thee thanksgiving reader The United States has a particularly blood-soaked history. By some measures, the country has been engaged in wars for 93.5 percent of all years between 1775 and 2018. The Founders explicitly regarded the country as an … Continue reading →

undesirable tendencies a welfare check on my chickpeasa moral bankruptcy pulls mefrom a restraint on my stoopa clue found in my miniature espresso rasp—my neurons are frayedwhile packing peanuts + PFAS dilute my membranesthumb-actuated airguns are hard to beat silt … Continue reading →