Tag Archives: Microfiction

the din her peppercorn objectives engorged / animating her dreams and warmed over sentiments / a cryptically streamlined mantra workstation churning passels of pap and paranoia / her senses lacquered into a veneer of personhood / her soul adhering to … Continue reading →

singed fog… grew up as a concerto scorpioncrested maverick as a passport to wreckagetraveled in ventriloquist’s boxesand plexiglass jewelry cases technically i’m a survivorbut my interiority is singedi’m moldy and need to be arrestedmy inner voice lisps in triplicate my … Continue reading →

fistfuls / fitful you warden through the forested nightmaresurrounded by the monstrosity of lifeunspooling / rewindingsynthesizing the daythe raw manifold: unfiltered disquiets / immersions / odorsawait you with dis-easea volcanic erosiona turnabout: eruption bedpans of seemschemers festooned in funksan ornate … Continue reading →

avuncular and antediluvian (redux) my four uncles speak of biblical rains:¡lo que viene por ahí! i’m conducting my cornu and sistrum bandwe make a heavenly racketthere is dispatch in our notesalacrity in our fingerssmell of ozone and electricity fill the … Continue reading →

exploiter wrangles his tweeds see here thee arsehole of shamblesmesmerizing and haunting his possessivesparanoia flexing in bicentenary splendorhe’s mr. touchdown incandescencefrom exertion to everyday lift-off the crisp thrush of academic sentimentalitycomforts his tweedselbow patches as cemetery of heroismthee beautiful blighter … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week You pride yourself on being a realist, I told myself, so face the facts. There’s been a coup, here in the United States, just as in times past in so many other countries. Any … Continue reading →

unspool the tulip finally came out / this was an ingenuous hoist / powered by fairlight synthesizers and fogsmoke two-stud american amour full of resignation and striving / fascination and cupidity on matchstick wings / with a well-practiced press of … Continue reading →

reign of imperfection la niña is coming / a perfect possum of a viper in the same northernmost armchair driven by a similar detail to carcass the roadsters and traipsers of rehearsals / rocky, barren lands imperative / vivid green … Continue reading →