Tag Archives: Microfiction

fur your hilt

Posted on November 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

SNOOZE What if I show you what this mob made? She said: I was also an English-American malady. I’ll be doing airgun charades at the breakwater in a court of backwater sorbets. She said: You mean you recorded yourself talking? … Continue reading →

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in a swirl

Posted on November 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Animus My alms / my ownRecast myself as repast In a swirl of discordMy poisons / my own What I’m Reading: “The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bellsFor seven in the morning.” — Allen Grossman / “The … Continue reading →

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the fairies hide

Posted on November 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

Posted on November 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading →

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nothing saintly there

Posted on November 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Dialectic of Finger Traps It is she who lost her hydrogen and must fetishize herself in denial. She has an uneasy remand with her lunchbox: objection, objection! The most remarkable assertion is the dialectic of finger traps, wholly without … Continue reading →

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husks slough yellow

Posted on November 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

nest (tanka) i nest in myself—this atomization anobsessive pursuit—then i step out of myselfmy many husks slough yellow What I’m Reading: “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait. Another army of sluggish minutes … Continue reading →

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sing and cry

Posted on November 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

my clown shoes i am fanatical + cartoonishi plot hack attacks + duende kidnaps gazing at my navel / sinking in quicksandi am a monstrous clown appropriating a farcical othering of myselfive outgrown my clown shoes a couplet spewer of … Continue reading →

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death of love

Posted on November 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

figure 9. $500 buys you a night’s worth of love:the tiles off-center + off-colorthe music fuzzy + attenuatedcrackles from dented chrome speakersan unspeakable effluence of ammonia + god knows what plate 1. reproduces edvard munch’s the danceof lifeillustration vii. graphs … Continue reading →

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the steel shards

Posted on November 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

no no not the nuggetsnot the steel shards no no not the embedsnot the journalists in tunnelsnot the steel shards no no not the shards of steelnot the shrapnel interceptsnot in this firmamentnot the nuggetsnot the steel shardsnot the husks … Continue reading →

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way of perceiving

Posted on November 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What you make doesn’t have to be witnessed, recorded, sold, or encased in glass for it to be a work of art.” — Rick Rubin / The Creative Act: A Way of Being … Continue reading →

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