Tag Archives: Microfiction

perdition and desolation

Posted on July 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 75

Posted on July 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grass — T.S. Eliot / “The Hollow Men”

just ain’t content

Posted on July 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

ire just ain’t contentwith anything at the moment—what more to say? What I’m Reading: We are now in an era of loss and damages. — Saleemul Huq / “Life at 1.1 C “ / The Climate Book: The Facts and … Continue reading →

we sailor skid

Posted on July 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Deathbed Compact (redux) We vowed a deathbedcompact. We sagaprototypes, classicists,& evergreens. We ordinancein & out of time. We be farcicalmasons. We ebb & floelike Greenland ice sheetsunder successive heatdomes. We sailor-skidspanner ewers. We pesosunsets. We illumine pennybardos. What I’m Reading: Most species … Continue reading →

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milliseconds of fat

Posted on July 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

yield time and space yield to no onetho anthropogenic change has slowedthe spin of the earthmilliseconds of fatwater around the equatoryou and your grandchildren’s grandchildrenmay not note it but the meta—verses will: a financial irregularitya capitalization a millisecond too latemega … Continue reading →

a savage republic

Posted on July 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

swash papaya a swash papaya rolls gently onto my toes—desolate place this—oil sheens in eddies on sand once whitejust what is that color now? the swash papaya inediblesoft and blackened on its equator—equality evanesces much like a savage republicreplaces what … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 74

Posted on July 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: The glacier acts like a keystone for the West Antarctic Ice Sheet, meaning that a collapse could drag neighbouring glaciers with it, potentially adding more than 3m (almost 10ft) to global sea levels. — Dr. Ella Gilbert … Continue reading →

dark ceiling waiting

Posted on July 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

flood (tanka [quasi-redux]) caught in an ill windgazing at the dark ceilingwaiting for the floodcoughing out the parasites—hypercapitalisms What I’m Reading: My method is cribbed from The Sedaris Method: write things down all day in a pocket notebook, then wake up … Continue reading →

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twice too much

Posted on July 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

erie canal: post mortem once was goodanother half: righttwice, too much—not never again,but on to something new… What I’m Listening To: Frogmarching us home to a bed made of tearsKris Kristofferson walks by kicking a canIn a shirt he hasn’t … Continue reading →

so join me

Posted on July 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week America’s political treatment of the climate crisis has, for some time, been divided, messy and somewhat dangerous. Now, it seems the culture wars have come for the issue, too. While Donald Trump infamously called … Continue reading →