sister ray, sea monkeys, and fog…



haiku trio:


bone chill embrace

fog rolls in hissing —
a starless sky swallowed whole —
in bone chill embrace



just like sister ray said

sister ray dances
naked after vespers as
a blind rat watches


a glassful

a glass full of sea
monkeys spilled out over the
brim of deception



“I think poetry should sort of poke through your skin, shouldn’t fit you quite right. I don’t think that poetry should be ingested easily.”
— Kay Ryan

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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