Tag Archives: Microfiction

colonial so parochial

Posted on August 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

unfinished mutter three aliens put me in a moralist’s moodsomething drastic this way plumbs i weigh drachmas and laceratethe heavens in heaves of heat domereflected hotness two rectories are emptysmelling of fear and carnal loathingbackhander deals glisten and tinglerepeated and … Continue reading →

of the lint

Posted on August 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness (redux) i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. … Continue reading →

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unlike the scorn

Posted on August 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

splotch the score and mail dictatorgiven to distraction and destructionhis personal colonial wrapperon golden cigarettescork of bookwormand mechanical writing—automatic writing is so 1923—a pedigree of tousled hairwings and ear flapsin the buttercup of his sustained limpthe announcement of a new … Continue reading →

melting and acidifying

Posted on July 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE (redux) Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant … Continue reading →

on the rail

Posted on July 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Crow Haiku (Terminal Interlude) Two crows on the railOne seethes, quails, a fish in beakA portent unsought What I’m Reading: I believe the blackest holeis the one we inhabit — Eugenio Montale / “People talk and talk more”

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a spiraling orbit

Posted on July 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

return hometown issues—and other distresses—long ago happyto be rid ofit’s gravity is one of uniqueattenuated sadnessthe pullinexorable—stuck in a spiralingorbit What I’m Reading: your own life is a chainof wordsthat one day will snap — Ai / “Conversation”

the country splintering

Posted on July 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It is day infinityof everyone wanting me dead. People are having funbringing lemon squares and automatic artillery to the anti-trans community meetings. — Jackie Sabbagh / “Having a Great Time Being Transgendered in America … Continue reading →

thick with avarice

Posted on July 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

sun city sinking (tanka+) sun city sinkinginto the ocean—built ontequesta middens—vain and thick with avariceso high on its own supply (glug … glug … glug… glug…) What I’m Reading: In 20 or 30 years, someone is going to find a … Continue reading →

in this heat

Posted on July 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

those of us those of us who fled our southern hometownsbecause of disingenuousnessbecause of intolerancebecause of hyper-conservatismbecause of the heat and the hatebecause of hypercapitalismbecause of retrograde and regressive tendencies (we know all of the above are not endemic to … Continue reading →

mine. Dark. Wasteland.

Posted on July 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone (redux) We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell … Continue reading →