Monthly Archives: March 2022

the closed circuit

Posted on March 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flooded / Parched The things that were deleterious to her health were the things she enjoyed most in life. She found her life an endless set of binary “yes or no’s”—multivariate options always at the “0” or “1” click or … Continue reading →

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why don’t people

Posted on March 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SQUALL The long winter was the cause. He hit the snow plow driver with a shovel. He cut the man’s brow deeply over his left eye. A neighbor said: “Incidents like this don’t usually occur in this neighborhood.” Another said: … Continue reading →

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first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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way of disengaging

Posted on March 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

You Think It’s OK For You I’m lost without a clear linear narrative upset by temporal disjunction and chagrined by jump-cut edits. I have no way of disengaging from this nightmare. I’d just like to fall asleep. I’m certain this … Continue reading →

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of ruined trajectories

Posted on March 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cur Curved cortices,consciousness of the othered,you lack in your milesof half-smiles and squander. Incisorsbared, inward-turned, glintslick with palaver strings—as sibilant missiles cutinvolute trails into a skyof ruined trajectories. Growling currestive. What I’m Reading: “But there was so much more hate … Continue reading →

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then a crash

Posted on March 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Happy House — install threshold 4/10Called at 3:41 when banging/noise began and apprised X., but as it stopped after a couple of minutes (and hoping it wouldn’t recur) I suggested I’d call back when it started again. — test stain … Continue reading →

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of moving backwards

Posted on March 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tzompantli The impression was one of moving down, of moving backwards, in life… BEDROOM96 high82 wide (83 wo baseboard)24 7/8 deep from baseboard(25 w/o)-no wings-1 1/2 inch top lip6’8″ (80 inches) of rod space … they called these types of … Continue reading →

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make it stop

Posted on March 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 3: Pesadilla Verdosa Did you notice you don’t stop ‘til you really stop? What does that even mean? Panta said. Well, Moira said, imagine a bunch of barking dogs or cats meowing to Jingle Bells, it doesn’t stop … Continue reading →

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in this corner

Posted on March 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bray of Winces S. understands nothing. He tries, squint-eyed, to turn his brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. S. sees himself, monochromatic, on the screen of his childhood 1974 Panasonic. He’s talking globular in a rectangular city. He … Continue reading →

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with the flow

Posted on March 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 2: Circulatory bleeding we trendwith axial failureright with the flow—infrequent doses—in an effort to decreasepatientsirrespective of theirdiscrimination. a bridge to a destination gray—for whom is made 28%heart—with a system 44%time. only 9.8%decision pump. What I’m Reading: “It’s true … Continue reading →

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