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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....

there’s a scrabbling

Posted on April 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

Diminished (redux) You were going to try to sleep but you stopped to read this.What was that choice predicated on?I hear murmuring coming from outside.Shadows flit out of the window frame.There’s a scrabbling at the window up front. Something muffled … Continue reading →

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struck the bulldog

Posted on April 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

Glimmer Poets and Bulldogs An evil poet, at 9:05 PM, using a ventilator struck the SW corona of the toy bulldog location, breaking a large location wing and slightly damaging that wings framing. The resulting dance required the renegade of … Continue reading →

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meeting of sadness

Posted on April 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I believe in books.” — Haki R. Madhubuti / “So Many Books, So Little Time” “The reason why conspiracy theories are so psychologically attractive is because they use clever tricks that the mind … Continue reading →

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end is near

Posted on April 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

iguana splatter (haiku) iguana splatter—weathered and desiccated—the end speeds at us What I’m Reading: “The end, it’s moving toward us.” —John James / “Lullaby”

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of stake narcotics

Posted on April 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

lyre liar bicker brown by the stairwell, narcissus—favor the divine! headlong into big-bangle jerkins—sumptuous and melancholy quaff a fifth of alepotent, plangent, and honeyed doubter of gallows rumorsshatter-shifting and reborn as a loyalty subcontractora wistful adaptor, weaving tamarisks into the … Continue reading →

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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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