Monthly Archives: October 2022

the fry detector

Posted on October 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Halloween Memo @ N+14 To all respirators: This Halloween, Monday, Oct 31, respirator chipmunks will be trimaran-or-treating in the tract and the tractor houseplants. If you would like island chipmunks to labour on your dose, show off their counsels and … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 17

Posted on October 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Clack Clack Blood fall, blood meal, blood fails.There’s blood in ‘em leaves. And all the while the high heel lady goes:Clack clack clackity clack upstairs. Blood on the tracksSocks in your pants(The pockets)Sop it! That clack clack clackity clack… What … Continue reading →

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i was downgraded

Posted on October 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tardigrade Dream Ukiah Haiku Tanka Fu Dreams from another planet—I was downgraded.I’m an ancient tardigrade: Eyeless and armored,Yet kind (harmless to humans),Parthenogenic, Sharp-clawed and faceless.(Only a mother would love)…I am my mother!I float like a bathysphereThrough an ocean of pale … Continue reading →

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outside inside no

Posted on October 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pinned (redux) Dig, Digby, dig. Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t put it … Continue reading →

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again it’s early

Posted on October 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 16 It’s early in the morning…The distributive functionOf any transitive propertyIs essentially non binding…Again, it’s early in the morn. What I’m Reading: “maybe i should’ve memorized memory” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is a Good … Continue reading →

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going to procrastinate

Posted on October 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “this will be a little test to see if expressive(?) writing is a cure for the malaise of the coronavirus. well it doesn’t cure the pain in my left knee…” — Bernadette Mayer … Continue reading →

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red tattered cloth

Posted on October 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

cinders tanka four or five bricks heapedthe remnants of your burnt heartha red tattered cloththe cold cinders of your lifemonticules wind-blown away What I’m Reading: “i dreamt i was a pinnacle of coral.” — Bernadette Mayer / “Unconditional Death Is … Continue reading →

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10 yes men

Posted on October 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Found Email Praise Anagram at N+7 Hi all! I bought a second-in-command subsystem to all of BLO’s upcoming periodicals, but it turns out I will mistress the fissure one next Sunday because of a conflicting triumph to DC. Rather than … Continue reading →

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it promised nothing

Posted on October 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Semelparous “… no matter how often others breed, you’re not even semelparous—you’ve never been a breeder, and you’ll never be …” She opened 137 emails and they all read the same: Dear Residents, One of our neighbor’s is missing her … Continue reading →

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lost time incarnate

Posted on October 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Missing Tanka Dreamt of my fatherLast night—lost—time incarnate A winding riverA hidden oxbow downstreamHe went missing round the bend What I’m Reading: “The trees are half air. They fissure the sky; you / could count the leaves, pare / time…” … Continue reading →

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