Tag Archives: Microfiction

it’s all coming

Posted on November 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Already, November makes a fool of me— . . . . . . Not a day passes that I pass as belonging here. — Aria Aber / “Dream with Horse” / Hard Damage If … Continue reading →

so i’ll say

Posted on November 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

My Headspace (schpilkes) I live anachronistically. I be free in that manner. I like to write ungrammatically / seldom see a red mark / because* I don’t prostate myself to red marks. I do not submit. I won’t entangle myself … Continue reading →

the show starts

Posted on November 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

balloon dopes in jackboots don’t tarryorsweet potatoes and garlic will growtentacles secure all winners in the ballroom dormitoryhigh holy window-dressers forecasted run away from winters and bamboo truncheonsplease be sure to jump the jaguars jouncing jaffas balm your balustradeswinnow your winningsno … Continue reading →

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shimmering crystalline fog

Posted on November 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

A Breeding Ground I blew out the bombshelter. These are notes in a discordant composition. Disturbing messages just beyond my perception. These culprits are unsettling—good for a breeding ground for madness. A shimmering crystalline fog shrouds my head. A sharp … Continue reading →

to-morrow and to-morrow

Posted on November 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

(Shake This Not) Something like a true depressive’s day. Cold, cloudy, dark by 4pm. An elaborate torpor that caffeine won’t derail. Eating meals with your fingers. Eating cookies. Wear your pajamas all day. Walk 840 steps by 8:30pm … that’s … Continue reading →

flâneur for contortionist

Posted on November 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

Wanted Floral bottleneck jacket-wearing flâneur for contortionist runway shows needed. If you are 7’2” tall and weigh precisely 147 lbs., please apply at the council bacterium’s office. If you know the choreography to the “backwater cough” and the “continental armadillo,” … Continue reading →

to remain silent

Posted on November 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I have never thought this life particularly salubrious or benign and I have never understood in the slightest why I was here. If there is an afterlife — and I pray most fervently that … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 78

Posted on November 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Where they burn books, they will, in the end, also burn people. — Heinrich Heine / Almansor

others needed clarity

Posted on November 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Dour Psephologist The dour psephologist opened her eyes and instinctively reached for the phone. She tore off the charge cord, opened the notes app, and immediately started her thumbs pistoning. She enviviosned the dream as a perfectly composed script … Continue reading →

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cord that stretched

Posted on November 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: … But I actually think the message and the moment is much deeper than that. What happened last night was that the cord that stretched back to FDR snapped. It had been badly frayed, especially in the … Continue reading →