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i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....

jaw-dropping neighborly

Posted on May 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

lemmings sound (found tanka) haircut locals fray,cowlick, tangle, and split-endat the seams that bind —courtyard sector loggerheadsjaw-dropping neighborly love. What I’m Reading: “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.” — Haruki Murakami / What I Talk About When I Talk About … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 26

Posted on May 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Four wheels swerve to avoid a sheer cliff, southbound on the 101.The fat sun slides its yolk into the glass ocean. Slow down, seean empty nest of woven round sticks in the praying tree.” — Melinda Palacio … Continue reading →

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last two months

Posted on May 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Everything, Everything Everything ran down,Everything went off,Everything derailed, Everything—the last two months— Everything must pass, Everything, now,Everything reset,Everything anew, Everything restarts. What I’m Reading: “We must live life forward and attempt to make sense of it backward. So we fail in … Continue reading →

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nothing else possible

Posted on May 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

after the storm animals were rescuedthree weeks later desperate townspeopleate them container ships lostacross the hemisphere forlorn people victimsof hunger nothing elsepossible noone redeemed What I’m Reading: “We are expecting in the coming two years to have a serious increase … Continue reading →

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dip a toe

Posted on May 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

dare (haiku) dare to dip a toeinto your unconscious mindit may free your ass What I’m Reading: “Do not distract it from its purpose,which is to feel everything it can find.” — Rebecca Lindenberg / “The Splendid Body”

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call their dead

Posted on April 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “To be an oppressor is dehumanizing and anti-human in nature, as it is to be a victim.” — bell hooks / Ain’t I a Woman? “Some humans say trees are not sentient beings,But … Continue reading →

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handled with calipers

Posted on April 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Heterosexual connotation cones—not to be missed! Bony rumours 8: 1. All connotation confessionals, for the last 300 years (give or take) are mince yetis and are unisexual. 2. Each confessional either produces pollen (male fungus through spillage) or seismographs (female … Continue reading →

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reshuffle hardscrabble uprising

Posted on April 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

the high rattles the wean of lifetime—avoiding the limelight the constriction strings of loba radiator for a sofaa poor heartbeata marginalized adult reshuffle, hardscrabble, uprisingof three yes-men on third gearas 300,000 pregnant woodcutterscan, and do, attest send your epaulets for … Continue reading →

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the daffodils trumpet

Posted on April 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Death in Spring (redux) The sheets of virus stillQuiet strafes the air Hubei or LombardyNew York or New Orleans The daffodils trumpetDeath in Spring Death in SpringSee those naked bodies Death in Spring What I’m Reading: “It knows it can’t … Continue reading →

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after 7-weeks

Posted on April 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Vortex After 7-weeks she left the vortex that was Florida. The pull of that gun-shaped black hole—the downward spirals, the death, the petty politics (savage as they are), the floods, the rain, the humidity, the heat… After 7-weeks she’d … Continue reading →

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