Tag Archives: Microfiction

watch those shards

Bound to Find a Match Pucker pool azaleas and grand inquisitor kabobs for late lunch. The wine chalice dry. Your cilice wet with the blood of your midday scourge. The puppies in the box yipping by the sacistry. The girl … Continue reading

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light the darks

avant-garde puppetry avant-garde puppetry is the way to hunger+wantrecuse urself from responsibility nowu snake ur way out of the systemur avant-garde poetry falls on deaf earsthink of ur future think of ur peerspeerage is for slags u sayu choose ur … Continue reading

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can have joy

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We CAN have joy and OWN our alienation at the same time. — Jeff Tweedy / World Within a Song: Music That Changed My Life and Life That Changed My Music America, like hope’s … Continue reading

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when mama was moth

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxii — xxv) Cool handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say:  Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson Pub and … Continue reading

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you are like the tuber of calcaneus

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xvii — xxi) On 19 January 2020 Maria wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack.  I’m spiraling down depression way again.  The crack has been widening and if … Continue reading

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reminds me of dr. strangelove’s voice

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xiii — xvi) “I’m from the northern part of the state, and we don’t see this kind of nonsense up there.  It’s just not done this way where I’m from.”   Milton Sosquade, the boy’s … Continue reading

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my kickshaw rickshaw

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (ix — xii) On day three of the new year Maria found herself near Holguin, Cuba.  The campesinos in the fields seemed appropriate for the campestral scene she was painting, but the kestrel nailed … Continue reading

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a penchant for pariah perplexes

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that would one … Continue reading

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what you say? what’s this stain here?

31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (i – iv) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia.  This is Flarf.  This is Newlipo.  This borders on Google-sculpting.  Remove me from myself and then … Continue reading

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5th anniversary report

Thee Fifth Anniversary Report Thanks for being here. Thanks for reading. Thanks for looky-looing. Thanks to all who have passed through and checked out the project over the last five years of thee istsfor manity reader. The project has an odd … Continue reading

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