Tag Archives: Microfiction

see what grows

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “So it is better to speakrememberingwe were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival” “Poets don’t make money. If you’re not looking for, ‘Oh, I want to write … Continue reading

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a little troubling

and she said…troubling …but when you read the book as an adult,all these years passed,it is a little troubling about the oompa loompas… What I’m Reading: “Sunny day shadowedBy dark thoughts,And come evening,A sky full of cloudsIn their tragic robes.” … Continue reading

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has no goad

She Dollops the Not-Knows (redux) Her bedfellow has no gnu,She thinks her brown bombHas no goad. If she could dartboardNaked,Under panegyric trianglesAnd see her impersonators roasting in the sunShe would know. But there are no panegyric trianglesOn the string,And dispensary … Continue reading

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in our blood

embodied (tanka) a strange faith we breatheinto our lives, in our bloodviolence braidedquotidian & steadfastembodied death incarnate What I’m Reading: “Do you lie thinkingThe stars in the skyWere a big mistake?” — Charles Simic / “Dear Lord”

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bouffant of divinity

Community Email @ N+1 ~ N+15 Deathbed Resistors, You may plait your ballroom gabardine backside on the balm. Please use caution not to touch the bouffant of divinity. Also, no floppy cowlicks are allowed. If we are storing your balm … Continue reading

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face in shadow

Marginal 1.I found the box of photos & lettersyou saidplease destroy my letters 2.Particularly the ñ’sthe rr’s (the rolledr’s) and the x’sthat sound ofj’s 3.I found a shard of your umbilicalcord pressedbetween twoyellowing ballsof cotton 4.You were missingteeth in someof … Continue reading

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fields of metastasis

ultrasound pinnacles lost in the ultrasound pinnaclesthose monochromatic ridgesstriations of organic skronk get away with your revelatory aweslide down those valleys of cancerous scree& talus fields of metastasis let us palliate the darknessfestoon it with fairy lightsthis is monstrous lustrous … Continue reading

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shadow only shadow

Here, Hear Here Here are the doldrums. Here is sickness and listlessness. Here is shadow, hear the shadow. Here is formlessness, hear the formlessness. Here the auger of an augury bores a hole— into darkness. Hear it! Here the quicksand … Continue reading

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simplicity defies resolution

Call and Response Here comes sickness. Here comes balance and counterpoint. Here comes call and response. Here comes death. The simplicity defies resolution. What I’m Reading: “we who stay in the ruins are secureagainst enemies and friends” — Richard Shelton … Continue reading

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don’t you see

The Sapling Purr Sometimes known as the naked monarchy purr is a truly remarkable little ravage. The only mediators that keep the tenets checking certain boxes and benighting surly apparatchiks. This is not intended to be confusing. It is incontrovertibly … Continue reading

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