Tag Archives: Microfiction

render us rudderless

Posted on October 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

we descend we descenddelighted anthropogenic wodgeand splashdown toxins plagues and extinctionsexterminations our fatherrender us rudderless we are late for our lesson What I’m Reading: “We didn’t want to be comfortable. We didn’t feel comfortable. We felt uneasy with the society … Continue reading →

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in the marmalades

Posted on October 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Earplug Space She made an unusual, exciting discovery—rosary narrations with warbling wooers at the center of earplug spaces—messages in the marmalades, esoteric concatenations, erotic liberations, scratched phonographs. Her observational arched eyebrow and nuanced approach to clam ranching led to further … Continue reading →

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skittle and skiffle

Posted on October 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

slag crag hag crabber naked monarchist rattlesnakesometimes known as “the sapling purr” thermoregulator with bollard tendrilsnon-mammalian medallistin a certain bowler hat purveyor of ladyship pale sequenceskittle and skiffle raverimpressive cannibalslag What I’m Reading: “How do you know you’re alive? What … Continue reading →

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our childhood humiliations

Posted on October 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

Riot Aesthetics Riot now! Feel reassured. Yes, you’re an aspirant, but you’re probably avoiding the difficult threats you don’t want to think about. We are constantly checking metiers, nickel mines, transient feeds, and truncheon nuggets … to avoid doing something … Continue reading →

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brittle tectonic masses

Posted on October 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs.” — George Orwell / Homage to Catalonia “Apathy and delirium sun themselves on … Continue reading →

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funk seeps in

Posted on September 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

post post boosterism (ukiah) a hapless haptic shadow infinite dashed lines funk seeps in through puncture holes What I’m Reading: “Filling with rain in the streets,this September night’s lifting me up   in an old-time elevator.Night’s ending, time’s tearing.   And the … Continue reading →

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a rim idiom

Posted on September 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

misdemeanors and woodpiles look in the mirrormisdemeanors and woodpilesperfect enema-rickshawbeginner landslideson and off at the most inopportunehot chomp braglone cocoa beat transcendencea bunker of rogue startlesmild clairvoyance and approbationa vignette sorbeta rim idiom i was an egotist in a spangled … Continue reading →

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and over text

Posted on September 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

One Afternoon (over tea) and over textsitting two feet away from each other she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea u can’t … Continue reading →

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cleave the wings

Posted on September 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Kankakee, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic aspirations but … Continue reading →

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rebounds love spills

Posted on September 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

Love is a Wastebasket I’m invoking a geraranium removal that is highly recommend—a powdered blessing of twisted rebounds (love spills). These thrills cleave and clang my heart. No detractor can spill my torch. Love is a wastebasket when finished using. … Continue reading →

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