Monthly Archives: April 2023

phlegm a bug

Posted on April 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

How I Move Yikes! Woke up choking this morning at 4:33 a.m. One of the last conscious thoughts I had, before chuting into rem sleep, concerned Mr. T’s “hovering pack of wolves.” (Maybe it was all that wolf/coyote cha-cha in … Continue reading →

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out big star

Posted on April 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

heliotropism my heart distills my bloodheliotropelooking for a sun a plantation of hatefulverdigrisfactors out to flow out big star not too farseveranceruns rampant over my tripartite welcomeparsethe light hiding from guards foiling the crowdsoutin the rain i carelesseach passing year … Continue reading →

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proto-groats quorum

Posted on April 18, 2023 by istsfor manity

One Raw Manifold This isn’t your house. You don’t belong here. You can’t come in here anytime you want and go in that room. The Muscovy duck eggs have failed to hatch — a marten’s been at them and taken … Continue reading →

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from flying debris

Posted on April 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

What You Don’t Wish To See… … midway through a 20-mile bike ride… What I’m Reading: “Castrated socks. (Her name was words)Anemia cells. your expression is also like the legs of a sparrow.” — Yi Sang / “Au Magasin de … Continue reading →

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stories are caskets

Posted on April 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The chicken truck passes with its load of small-brained misery.” — Kim Addonizio / “Kansas, 4 a.m.” “I am vulture-heavy.  
My stories are caskets filled with black feathers…” — Diane Seuss / “Folk … Continue reading →

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tranches of truncheons

Posted on April 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

Bifurcated Dialogue Amok “This is now. The last war on drugs was a war on fructification. It was fruit batty, it was fatty bruit. I fructified of the crucifix cross and I crossed my own path when I got there. … Continue reading →

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i got mine

Posted on April 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

Sumerian Script I scarify my soul in the humorless moon of a long night in a clean well lighted place—which is a bullet ridden cafe in Lesotho during a monsoon month of dust and quiet whippoorwills. I prune leafy trees … Continue reading →

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no not note

Posted on April 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

the night became an elipsis … What I’m Reading: “You look around and they are teaching CREATIVE WRITING at some university. Now they think they know how to WRITE and they are going to tell others how to. This is … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 25

Posted on April 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “As a child, when I closed my eyes to pray I saw a hissing wall of TV snow. The tighter I closed them, the harder it hissed.” — Jennifer N. Knox / “Prayer of the Shy Forest”

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of focal acuity

Posted on April 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

bad breaker service out of focal acuity paired with bad breaker service albino squirrels prevail maps and legends tupelo honey and soft shell crabs east-south-east of sopchoppy mudhoney delights What I heard today: “I didn’t know you were a mortician!” … Continue reading →

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