This hybrid (poem-marketing-non-fiction) flash experimental writing by Michael Dickel explores our commodified society, where commerce rules via the high priests of MBA-think. Go ahead. Buy into it. “Brand” yourself. And remember, slaves and cattle are also branded. Brand-name recognition recklessly pursued in the name of prophets of the profit margin.
McLuhan was right. My (re)formulation: Noise = Medium = Signal = Message | Signal to Noise Ration(al)(ity) embodies our overloaded information technology society and its marketeering bandits.
Any passage (metaphorically or literally) contains within it its messengers, its struggles, its need for wrestling.
In the developing neuro-network, gaia, quantum determinism
unfolds into refracted realities, glimmering sparks, momentum
of free will…
She’s slept for a couple of years, nearly, but the woman with a beard has asked to return, and I have obliged her and the toad whose garden she sometimes tends. They can be most insistent. If you have not read some of her history, you can search […]
Summer Summer prattles on like a chorus of croaking frogs about all of its deep pleasures with open desire, while winter indulgently listens, knowing the strength of her own secrets. Parties all unfold this way. Spring tries to enchant, while fall quietly stands by, his eyes glinting with […]
Programming cultural DNA The troglodyte tree emerged from its cave exactly when three lights lit the evening sky on the New Moon that fell before the birth-month of mother owl. Just a hatchling of course, in her first month, and a growth to maturity away from motherhood—but she […]
Why she was late for dinner… A bag falls to the sidewalk, glass shatters, wine spills—a ghost woke and walked by her, a forgotten moment now scented by shiraz evaporating on hot cement. These days she simply shrugs off such occurrences—hidden minutes pour out along her path wherever […]
The following flash fiction responds to a prompt (the photo above) from the Short Story and Flash Fiction Society, for their second flash fiction contest; the story is 392 words, not counting the title (or this blog-post introduction). Moshe is our son’s name, he is three (almost four), and […]
Flash Fiction on the theme of Ison, the comet.
Nematode Garden Crisis “While most of the thousands of species of nematodes on Earth are not harmful, some nematodes parasitize and cause diseases in humans and other animals. Also, unfortunately, there are many that attack and feed on living plants.” —Organic Gardening.com The garden-shutdown, precipitated by a minority […]
The woman with a beard contemplates the Toad’s garden in relationship to the decline of empires and the inevitable sound of martial music. Soon the trumpets of war may or may not blow. What we know for certain is that we do not know for certain. Two erstwhile […]
As Far as I Go Mingled in dark hoops of time, moving faster against lashes of space drawn out then foreclosed as the speed of light calls, casting shadows of reality into the heat of the moment to cool against that woman, Eleanor Rigby, who waits at the […]
This post will be a short break from the Flash Fiction Month posts I’ve been doing so far this month. Every so often, I post Twitter poems (which, of course, have to be short—fewer than 140 characters including any hashtags). Usually, when I do post them, I post […]
Another, very short, entry for Flash Fiction Month. This micro-fiction edits itself down to atomic-fiction (or, perhaps, molecular-fiction, given that it does have a sentence, and not just a word or two). Many levels, however, can be discovered if you count on it, so to speak. Comments welcome, […]
The conventional narrative structure could not hold, at least in my poetics, and collapsed on itself into another bit of philosophical experimental writing. The woman with the beard returns, and in a somewhat masturbatory burst of thought experimentation, she explores conspiracy-theory political philosophy while reclining in the toad’s […]
Continuing in a more conventional narrative mode, this Flash Fiction Month post gives a bit of a vignette that reveals more about the characters, probably, than anything else. The action follows a pattern in a number of these posts, of someone leaving a relationship, with some trivial insight […]
I continue to write various odd little pieces for Flash Fiction Month. Those interested can click on the Flash image to the left to see the Flash Fiction Month page on Facebook, complete with its prompts and links. This piece comes closer, in my range of styles here, […]