Monthly Archives: December 2022

a constant cavil

Posted on December 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

Caustics & Acrostics For $20 someone phones me and spits insults, in Cuban-inflected Spanish, through my earpiece. I also invest in seed packs for vanity, narcissus, and temerity. My fingers are refracted in the water backing up in the sink. … Continue reading →

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clock at 11:59

Posted on December 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Keeper of The Doomsday Clock (redux) I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. I’ll keep you in the dark. I stopped … Continue reading →

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depleted and paltry

Posted on December 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Email Fanfaronade Today, $50 = $100 when you make a gift to sustain… … my Ficus Audrey Tree. This is a mature tree around 6 ft tall— The fabric is Missoni and it has a pull out full-size bed. There … Continue reading →

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the babblative no

Posted on December 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

(or is it my stomach?) Dearest X, December rush, eh?Rebarbative bedfellows, yes?Assuage the babblative, no? You’ve got another December rush going and no guardian of the journal yet—you… you… you see… you see men hovering outside your window 15 & … Continue reading →

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detritus read slowly

Posted on December 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Misbegotten Notes, USA Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it…. At the … Continue reading →

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thirsty and eyeless

Posted on December 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Vulture Peak Tanka That arid seasonTranspired on vulture peak—Thirsty and eyeless—I roamed around the mountainHere, there, nowhere—all at once. What I’m Reading: “It’s a beautiful day to tell my mother I once aspired to kill myself…” — Julian Randall / … Continue reading →

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december of crows

Posted on December 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It was a December of crows.” — Claire Keegan / Small Things Like These “One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow;” — … Continue reading →

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new lot messiahs

Posted on December 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Unbind the Fritillary Unhand the spinsterUnbind the fritillaryUnpack the fruit The immaculate virginsUnhinged & unsound. Unfurl your flagUnravel your hopeUndo your blinders The new lot messiahsUncaring & unkind. Unspool the filmsUnroll the tapesUnmask the backups We contract upon ourselvesUnloved & … Continue reading →

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behind the mule

Posted on December 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Strongman Plow The mizzle was the type of drizzle that drove him batty. Forever speckling his glasses, so that he had to take them off, wipe them, and replace them every few minutes. This was daft, he decided. Nowhere but … Continue reading →

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in his head

Posted on December 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

bloodbrainvolume the lone image that resolved in his head was that of the video of Amanda Fielding’s bloodbrainvolume pulsing through the sub-cranial dura to the rhythm of her heart and that first tenuous trickle of blood that riverined down her … Continue reading →

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