in barbaric ice


(click on the play button above & watch my short film doppelgänger)

HyperthermHaiku

An atavistic
blood ablution, frozen sharp,
in barbaric ice.

The sun sliced a cut
of cold light onto his face —
a bullet-dry hole.

A frozen wasteland
left behind, village to sea,
I, cold-blooded, stalk.

IMG_1706 2“Under, then, under the front porch, in the loam
of the burning and smoking land, the de-
foliated, under that pyre of bones, we scrabble,
and struggle together to hear ourselves think.”

— Elizabeth Alexander / “Notes From”

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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