Monthly Archives: February 2022

is this buoy

Posted on February 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tonnage Equilibrium My sitar stickingtonnage out in the dustyairbus of chattering teethpulling the armadillo. The growing dominanceof an eyewash bullfinch—an open tinderbox—the brews grow out. The polity of deflection.Remember my sitar scabbard. Is this buoy equilibrium?Is this lift-off? “You cannot … Continue reading →

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a soybean libertine

Posted on February 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

All This Planned Imagine a soybean model as one might see at a redeemer’s onstage rage steamroller. I think that was you trying to stay out of your own web. You reduced and hosted ragbag shows for fifteen yogis. Your … Continue reading →

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ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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the grind of

Posted on February 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

bifurcated tanka bifurcated mind•distortion•static•white noise•nails rasp on chalkboardthe grind of plate tectonicslooping endless in my head “Where are we running to, those of us who are so still?” — Ida Vitale / Byobu

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exhaling all creation

Posted on February 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Frida W.H. My viscera holds all creation / a cornucopia at the edge of blur / all creation / the smudgein my hypnogogia / I am exhaling / all creation / sugar skulls, tripe, & the pelt of the tricksterfox … Continue reading →

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(more) interstices interstices

Posted on February 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off … Continue reading →

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showiness of ages

Posted on February 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

homebound habits air hot & full of rancor / can’t breathe / the bestial reliquary open on my chest / body full of foul humor / a plague doctor nowhere in sight / fallow fields & mud / so much … Continue reading →

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sweep of darkness

Posted on February 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

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