Tag Archives: Microfiction

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The impact of climate change has been felt in earlier than ever heat warnings and 46 days of heat index topping 100 degrees, a record set last summer. — Ashley Minazi / “Why does … Continue reading →

thee stillbirthed republic hit me on thee setteeleave your fingermarks & hotwelts rising on my twisted back be my grand inquisitor imperiousin ermine & red velveteenyour incandescence / the weanof duchess-induced melancholia i call you weasel fingers& you coo like … Continue reading →

vintage mintage 610 amdeliriumdream fever acorn thwacksmy head/ tizzy / netherworld revealedmy shadow eclipseupon eliot’s prickly pear he’s wasteland boundpreying on a prayingbreathless culvert ms breathless culvertif you please she’s highon perry masonrerunsall incompetent irrelevant & immaterial&if it please the … Continue reading →

world be damned call me by your martyr namemartyrs use specific appellations admire the ultrasound mindsets! sets of resistors separatefrom our captive marmosetsbassoonists & timpanists (all) from olypmpianational park swarming lemming denswith an ostinato phrase pitched at deathly they gotta … Continue reading →

plosive of implode i prefer the plosive of implode to explode / it leaves an ashy sheen on my body / my tongue a clapper ricocheting inside a bell / my heart pealing+racing / a momentary flutter that steals my … Continue reading →

scream turtle dream im stimulating the mops / the vivisectionists roiling peloton up and down the hills headed for this bike lane / im scrubbing bike lanes / drunk on artful showing / scrubbing macadam onetwothree / failed out of … Continue reading →

boyfriend ogres the moorlands… southerners and vitamins felt on the drumstickartful showers / groovy serializations / trippy visual sexesinnovative campground muckrakersshopper-bug cup finches / impulsions on villages the boyfriend ogres trippy opiates / closing serializations /including atonal flickering / experimental … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week the noise would weave a net to bounce against: no wondershe’d lean from the edge and leap, yes, leapstraight into it, fallingthrough a bubble bath of air — Jack Anderson / “Girl on a … Continue reading →