Tag Archives: Microfiction

september into july

Posted on October 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “A sharp cough recoils to peel the corn:Save me the husk of myself?” — Lewis Meyers / “Going to Chicago” “We have, in effect, turned September into July. That’s not hyperbole, that’s just … Continue reading →

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every direction untrodden

Posted on October 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

[yet i list in the doldrums] yet i list in the doldrumspaths unfurl about meroads squelch innumerabletrails pulsate untrammeledtransits reticulate outward yet i list in the doldrumsadrift in the eye every direction untrodden What I’m Reading: “The 3,000-mile route, which … Continue reading →

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the novel airs

Posted on October 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

breathe the overwhelm i breathe the overwhelmit activates wanderlust it sizzles with the elsewheresit defines other horizon linesit seeks the novel airs i breathe the overwhelmi’m long for the road What I’m Reading: “Shadows,beautiful shadows.Beautiful shadows of ugly things.” — … Continue reading →

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but will sinks

Posted on October 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

found ghosts some of us know each othersome noti am anticipatinghopei am installingvanityi am resented but willsinksthe floor is being removedi apologizenoise smells art questionsi will house my modeof expressioni found ghosts delusionalwishful thinking What I’m Reading: “But of course … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 45

Posted on October 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “… even among her own, too, there were bad men, for there had been gentlemen the girls all whispered to stay away from and soldiers with a red gleam of the devil to them and mercenaries who … Continue reading →

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complications and scenes

Posted on October 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

Another Sleep of Treason (redux) Rudy can’t fail, but he also can’t answer for the dream he dropped into my head. After complications, and scenes upon scenes, it unravels. I make my way in to a motel room. Now, mind … Continue reading →

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tree hanging above

Posted on October 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

anew damocleanthe tree hanging above youhemlock mold contourseyes reclaiming familiar formskewed perspective you areyou anew What I’m Reading: “He spoke aloud, a priest officiating at the eucharist of his own body. ‘I am the island.’ The air shed its light.” … Continue reading →

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gates to hell

Posted on October 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Information is interpreted through the prejudice of those who read it or hear it. So there are no definitive, finite versions of information.” — Genesis P-Orridge / Binary: A Memoir “Humanity has ‘opened … Continue reading →

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luminous and warm

Posted on October 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

sleep ive seen everything now footprint lattice fading fastshrapnel scraping clouds of gas and dustmoving luminous and warm gird yourself for ultimatumsapostles of the railroad flats never seen anything like itclose yer eyessleep go to sleep What I’m Reading: “The … Continue reading →

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courtroom of wisecracks

Posted on October 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

Sense / Relatives Then there was my uncle Mao. His own generational AI—his Little Red Bookworm in the rainstorm and no one left wanting his worn pouffy sieges. But that’s exactly what my underage blackguard aunt wore on her spectacles … Continue reading →

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