Monthly Archives: January 2021

not yet cracked

Posted on January 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mr. X Decides to Build His Dream House During what was the longest six months of my life, bedridden after a near-death experience, I could not sleep and the only thing that kept me alive was Eraserhead.  I watched that … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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i wish i

Posted on January 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I do not care if I am writing a poem or a letter—it is just making marks on a sheet of paper that delights and envelops me.” — Mary Ruefle / Madness, Rack, and Honey

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of hemlock breath

Posted on January 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

death stain haiku death row lights bait him guilty domed screen suicide dram of hemlock breath What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) I Hotel / Karen Tei Yamashita (2010) Sprawling novel comprised of ten … Continue reading →

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kick the skull (redux)

Posted on January 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waxing Indecisive I. “You think grave digging is something to be embarrassed about? Everybody needs a grave digger, son.” “I believe you father, but in these times of pestilence I feel overburdened. While the other kids play kick the skull … Continue reading →

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keeping him dead

Posted on January 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Gun That Weighed A Ton (haiku tercets) Once, my father’s gun was proferred open-handed as proof of his love. He sat naked, wet, at the edge of the bed, said, “I didn’t, for you.” I felt horrible that I was … Continue reading →

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teenage hoodlum hoodwinker

Posted on January 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

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all happened here

Posted on January 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on play button above and watch my short film vomitus) Waiting for the Reichstag Fire (01.07.21) I’m waiting for the flood. I’m waiting. I’m hoping against deliberative hope that the storming of Congress wasn’t the prelude for the pretext … Continue reading →

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of acid words

Posted on January 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

maelstrom underneath the bed away from the maelstrom of acid words and sharp elbows it became clear my parents had no idea “Our quiet rage gives us wings, the possibility to negotiate the gears winding backwards, uniting all time.” —Patti … Continue reading →

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the ’74 blues

Posted on January 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Old Resentment Roe Venn diagrammer,Pusher of flea-bitten particulars,Play me the warped Uzbek blues. Trip pacifier,Draw me a CossackHat I can burn embers inOut on the steppe. Bring me the bluesOn a white table cloth,Pass me a caviar spoonfulOf that old … Continue reading →

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