Monthly Archives: October 2024

it was aged

Posted on October 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

thee queer rib she saidit’s too late for the mushroom caveit’s over nowwe missed the mushroom cavethe last trip done gone a man dressed like a pink sheepor was he a hairy pigproferring scallions and gingersaid is thisyour first date … Continue reading →

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the fourth delphinium

Posted on October 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

cipher and mud this is an evasion(from above)a goda runic duct used for roadway dribblean intellectual who owns a cipher(and also owns the mud) we see a certain laplander farmhouse—to no mayor his interlocksto no farmer his lockjaw—exposure is hearsayto … Continue reading →

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choice for annihilating

Posted on October 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday (redux) Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide … Continue reading →

urn in pieces

Posted on October 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

birth of a new hate tanka a bright wound apacethe carrion eaters droolawash and congealedthe world is turned outside-ina grecian urn in pieces What I’m Reading: the noblewoman solemnly pumps clouds into sacks of leather and stone — Hans Arp … Continue reading →

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muse of exile

Posted on October 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The only thing we should fear is that we will surrender our homeland to be plundered by a gang of liars, thieves, and hypocrites. That we will surrender without a fight, voluntarily, our own … Continue reading →

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nightmare worth dreaming

Posted on October 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

flowerbed of inevitability one of our elevators is missing / a deep dark well in its stead / due to the flourish of inequality / she sends a telegram to the fishmonger’s wife it’s a nuthouse of embarrassments / it … Continue reading →

look they fail

Posted on October 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

the din her peppercorn objectives engorged / animating her dreams and warmed over sentiments / a cryptically streamlined mantra workstation churning passels of pap and paranoia / her senses lacquered into a veneer of personhood / her soul adhering to … Continue reading →

inner voice lisps

Posted on October 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

singed fog… grew up as a concerto scorpioncrested maverick as a passport to wreckagetraveled in ventriloquist’s boxesand plexiglass jewelry cases technically i’m a survivorbut my interiority is singedi’m moldy and need to be arrestedmy inner voice lisps in triplicate my … Continue reading →

spring a leak

Posted on October 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

fistfuls / fitful you warden through the forested nightmaresurrounded by the monstrosity of lifeunspooling / rewindingsynthesizing the daythe raw manifold: unfiltered disquiets / immersions / odorsawait you with dis-easea volcanic erosiona turnabout: eruption bedpans of seemschemers festooned in funksan ornate … Continue reading →

thee apocalyptic downpour

Posted on October 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

avuncular and antediluvian (redux) my four uncles speak of biblical rains:¡lo que viene por ahí! i’m conducting my cornu and sistrum bandwe make a heavenly racketthere is dispatch in our notesalacrity in our fingerssmell of ozone and electricity fill the … Continue reading →