Tag Archives: Microfiction

snouter i am a parasitic acarologisthosting a tick and a bacteriuman entomophage pullulating amongst legions of otherslooking for a parasitoid waspim a beaky toothed sort of snouterout and about for a ladybug finger or twothe dog never knew what hit … Continue reading →

clang of bombs update dear sirs, please regard our mangrove from this promontory / premonitory backfilling will fracture pillars on monday / keep your sunday receipts beneath your oilskins / drone quintets will perform on contingency / feel free to … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week All night your moth-breathFlickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:A far sea moves in my ear. — Sylvia Plath / “Morning Song” I think women run things better. Women are much … Continue reading →

dazzled bear armistice an avant-garde plateful / a dazzled bear armistice / computers full of soybean gas screaming soylent green is people / a rubber stamped law / vortex concubines exploring the playtime quartos of lime habits as sculptural embargo stay … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: A study of newer, bigger versions of three major artificial intelligence (AI) chatbots shows that they are more inclined to generate wrong answers than to admit ignorance when compared with previous models. The study also found that … Continue reading →

thee eggman of root vegetables . . .   . . . he believes in novelettes, not himself / he / thee feta trickster / now a forager of mirrors / unseen in the annals of modern beet milkers / … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: In a way, Milton is exactly the type of storm that scientists have been warning could happen; Michael Wehner, a climate scientist at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, in California, called it shocking but not surprising. “One of … Continue reading →

counterculture mudgards jonesy spins an intermediate dub in the mixmind-bending parasites gyrate in psychedelic ardorthe postmistress breaks into the varsity ragall those sprawled out in mouth-breathing stuporeulogize the pogo in a sundae of sundaysit’s 1965 all over againbut with a … Continue reading →