Monthly Archives: November 2021

happy three to thee

Posted on November 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

huh? wha’? wha’ happened?! While I wasn’t paying attention this endeavor turned two years old, on 11/17/21, and quickly shifted into its third year of existence … Hey, hurray, harrumph! This is still: thee istsfor manity reader And this remains … Continue reading →

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the original skin

Posted on November 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Writing Us into Existence I. He took off his shoes and the right pinkie was exposed — nude, malformed, and smelling like Limburger from six feet away. A couple of wiry hairs arcing over the sock. She, on the other … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

be real, be here, get me through this turbulence please, see me in a mirror that distorts be the pain within mekeep me underscored & over-nourished please, i no longer wish to assimilate be the impulse i’d like to deterbring … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

You are like the tuber of calcaneous, necessary but non-articulating… Without you there is no ambulating me… The things you said to me in your gasps and low moans: “They transferred me to room 15…” “It’s the same to die … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

To help me further illustrate the immortalwe mayfly and quilt towardindecision and worry trips. Why do the shambles—the tomtits of whistle plaid doos—the pachinko palleters suffer the nape of the midden? You are an empty idyll in is true hue—swizzled … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

I forget what that final word is … Time fog is hellish … What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am? You’re welcome! The signs of the apocalypse are stark and plentiful. “I must … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

If you took a mondegreen and somehow made it a spondee … would grass grow from its base and spread a towering canopy from its expanding branches … and throw us into shadow for two/thirds of the year? A gutbucket … Continue reading →

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of love bugs

Posted on November 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Feel The Heat Closing In “¡Clase de bamba, clase de bamba!” is what the bird says every time I move. It squawks too—if I don’t move—but clase de bamba is on repeat for the last 15 minutes. It’s a hot, … Continue reading →

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hallowed is thy

Posted on November 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

November Spawned a Monster October is in the rear view. The rear view is in the river. Pelagic creatures are flopping about in the shallows wondering where the encroaching oceans went. The monks are illuminating by the gallows. The henchmen … Continue reading →

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time at night

Posted on November 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dreams of Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation—and a tendency to make more of sirens … Continue reading →

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