Monthly Archives: December 2024

short day spleen

Posted on December 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

fully illuminated winter darkness on short day spleenlight the candles in the gloamingring the cider press with dead liliesthrottle your fully illuminated deathsfestoon with snacks + libation i come to you pixilatedof courseoff-courseto see you off to a new yearo … Continue reading →

oral care oral

Posted on December 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Disjunctions Ruled I am a postmodern matador of my heterodoxy, sequenced by a semiconductor, self-referential, lady apparatchik thereof: a relativist, and at once a minimalist without a single “bad hairpiece day” in the last 30 minutes. Here’s where I’m going … Continue reading →

shoveling upside down

Posted on December 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Yellow rain. Biological warfare. The Hmong. Erasure of a people’s history, negation of trauma. Shadows and truth. First came the wars that led to other wars that led to the Secret War that became … Continue reading →

at the supernova

Posted on December 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

sturgeon metaphysics at heaven’s gate …sturgeon have been on earth for millionsof years in the chillcaspian sea… buti’m looking for redemptionin the butt end of comet hale-bopp emaciatedglue-eyed to the telescope dioptersharp-eyed for a peek of e.t.come to take me … Continue reading →

fast it rolls

Posted on December 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

i, alight i alight on the notion of writing to the title—a string of twinkle lights—at this precarious height fill the light spaces with dark marksreserve hope for no oneeveryone you know will die you will diethe die cast (so … Continue reading →

notch too loud

Posted on December 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Your Ten Favorite Holiday Memories (redux) 1. You are playing mechanized baseball: a ball bearing is pitched out of a hole, and the bat is a pinball flipper — and fwap! The ball bearing falls into one of a series … Continue reading →

a very merry

Posted on December 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

A Grand Idea (redux) Well, it didn’t snow on Christmas, and certainly not in Maria’s home town by the sea. Now, the only thing Maria wanted for Christmas was a plague doctor’s mask—with a bonafide beak protuberance for aromatics—and an … Continue reading →

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ghastly hands perched

Posted on December 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

Manos: A Slice of My Memories (a blackout poem) Christmas was sheer terror. Every year as dark descended,my mother appeared — ghastly hands perched at the end of the tableancient twins— A slice of fixed mistrust. Father an assortment of … Continue reading →

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wasted over you

Posted on December 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

Inky Soot Sooth (an automatic dada remixture fu) I. (automatic dada) My webelo patriot junk mail darlingParrot of the fifth rank to the starsStarling to the abbotsYou joojoofrain hook face of sepulchral talentsBring me the tongue of the macerated alienistSeize … Continue reading →

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about the fiddling

Posted on December 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There are no signs or border crossing guards at the edge of the Goldilocks Zone. If we cross over, no alarms will go off. Depending on where you live, you may cross over sooner … Continue reading →