Iris Obscura

Joined June 2022

134 stories

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Do I come across as crass?

Do you find me base?

Am I an intellectual?

Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*

Is this even funny?

I suppose not. But, then again, why not?

Read on...

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Instructions for the Safe Removal of Godhead from the Human Psyche
INTRODUCTION These instructions were developed after it became clear that godhead is not a belief but a habit.
By Iris Obscuraabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
A Distance Too Far
Hottest thing alive, Star. Too far to warm my hands. Yet keeps hope afire.
By Iris Obscura4 days ago in Poets
Faultlines. Content Warning.
Concrete first. No, god first. No, pressure. Always pressure. ~ I stand. Or lean. Or am already falling and calling it posture.
By Iris Obscura14 days ago in Poets
Bright Boy
Me, A star’s last tantrum, soot, then drift, then nothing-with-credentials, then a dip in gravity, until entropy shallows
By Iris Obscura19 days ago in Poets
How to Burn. Runner-Up in The Last Flame Challenge.
The star is dying right now. Too much mass. Too long pretending balance is virtue instead of a temporary ceasefire
By Iris Obscura29 days ago in Poets
Is Krampus Back?. Runner-Up in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
The first cold wind of the year hits in the carpark of the imaging clinic. Winter comes in sideways rain and breath that ghosts in front of your face while you stand there praying your phone won’t ring with bad news later.
By Iris Obscuraabout a month ago in Humans
Inheritance
My daughter’s hand is sticky with juice and questions. She tugs me toward the park tree like it’s a secret entrance only children can see clearly.
By Iris Obscuraabout a month ago in Poets
Transplant
The first winter in this country my breath looked unfamiliar, little ghosts escaping into a sky that didn’t know my name.
By Iris Obscuraabout a month ago in Poets
Thou Shalt Judge
Vocal, darling, we need to talk. And yes, I know that sentence has the same energy as “we found something on your X-ray,” but stay with me.
By Iris Obscuraabout a month ago in Critique
Tonight’s Episode of “Remember When?”
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the only comedy show where the jokes forget themselves mid-sentence. I’m the wheelchair-bound warm-up act,
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets
You Are Here, Unfortunately
This is not a healing journey. This is a user manual for the confusing floor plan that is me. You’re holding an atlas of one extremely unreliable narrator:
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Humans
Stability
cartilage retrospection before philosophy coalesces a bright white internal flashbang then the sustaining subsonic
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets