Monthly Archives: August 2022

rhyme schemes rhizome

Posted on August 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

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ecstatic in static

Posted on August 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading →

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cuban missile synapses

Posted on August 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Five Gripe Rant Fu Helicopter-Nixon peace signs Semaphore breeze hurricane warnings Tinnitus tone trance dances Loudmouth Cuban missile synapses Frozen cow’s heart aura cleanses What I’m Reading: “I was a flurry of atoms.I was a disassembled spark.I desired impression.” — … Continue reading →

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luna moths were

Posted on August 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Anything But That (redux) 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence … Continue reading →

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stumble down clowns

Posted on August 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pause Stumble down clownsOn an anfractuous journeyWandering up & down,Up & down, up & down,Mountainsides never willingTo stop— Pause— On a ridge atop a visionOf violent beauty: cragsjagged, shadows knifingA light incessant,While the sun divestsItself of solitaryResponsibility forDevouring ourPlanet. What … Continue reading →

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cracked a book

Posted on August 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading →

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home is everywhere

Posted on August 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Love ends. But what if it doesn’t?” — Ada Limón / “The Hurting Kind” “… economic injustice will stop the moment we want it to stop, and no sooner, and if we genuinely … Continue reading →

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shapes are terrifying

Posted on August 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading →

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key of thee

Posted on August 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

gas-smith glassmith life in the key of thee(the god clears his throat)a fine fissure appeared overnightyou left a paper trail(please do not touch the glass)you smudged the fossil recordyou mar everythingyou consider What I’m Reading: “It’s cold today so the … Continue reading →

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the circular motion

Posted on August 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

octagonal agonals lost in the notionof the circular motionof your last rectagularwords What I’m Reading: “People piss me offspecifically and species-wise.” — Maureen N. McLean / “Come Again / Woods”

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