Author Archives: istsfor manity

(exhaust) there’s a trace of optimism beneath your heels —are you walking on your hands? i’m perilously close to using a capital letterin my suicide note unsent / unspent i’ve a taste for the macabre stewed in offalawful & awe-filled … Continue reading →

Canyons of Mistrust The superintendent of state struggling to meet winter, raising a circle out of oblongs, was struck to the head with future dread. Bread returned to its silent pile, but rarely with as much gravitas as in Dusks … Continue reading →

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything (redux) In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky.  She was separated from her parents.  She panicked.  She was lost in this strange loud place.  Carnies … Continue reading →

lacunae and interstices (redux) debilitating as 1-2-3… awful as awful can be, and slightly elevated but apocryphal after the apocalypse we walked on the littered shore of lacuna beach no word from paramaribo pam, but a fine bread crumb trail … Continue reading →

Highest Eminence (redux) O, pallid bat, wombat, scarlet tanager, marmoset and all the little animals of the world that spark wars and worldwide grief… Listen! ye who visit our leaders’ dreams at night and whisper all types of destructive and … Continue reading →

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) What I’m Reading: Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise us that, after two and a half centuries — about the length of the Roman republic in its glory … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . your world totters upon an unspoken labyrinth of questions. And we will devour you, my friend. You and all your pale empire. — Cormac McCarthy / Cities of the Plain I … Continue reading →

conflate •pond-seeking sir what sadness do you heap upon my eyes / the weariness sinks into my bones / oblate & undone / repeated ingestions of your misery elide / have driven me to stress / suicide your stockbroker gig … Continue reading →

Slightly Dirty (redux) His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated away on … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: Expect society to be defective.Then weep when you find that it is farmore defective than you imagined. — Ron Padgett / “How to be Perfect”