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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....

astral rock glowing

Posted on April 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

Interlude in Wake It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The … Continue reading →

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with a dab

Posted on April 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

Fou! His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading →

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Audrey: July 4, 1935 – April 2, 2023

Posted on April 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.” — Albert Camus / The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

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i drag myself

Posted on April 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… this poem burst forth from my brain like a boot or a god: furious” — Gail Wronsky / “The Moon is in Labor” “… ambiguity creates different contours, curves that are spacious … Continue reading →

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lifetime’s dashed hopes

Posted on April 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

dashed (haiku) counting his fortuneshe amassed a lifetime’s dashedhopes and dreams deferred What I’m Reading: “Dusk—and the shimmer on the seahas quickened and gone still.” — N. Scott Momaday / “Hotel 1829”

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all sex resets

Posted on March 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dear Residents, (pt. 3) A gentle reminder that all gerbil removers should be stalled/or emailed to the off-license mandrill. After office hours, please call the froth destroyer. Please do not stop the malformation stalks or call the stalks directly or … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 23

Posted on March 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The world is washedin yellow,& behind eachdoor — another door.” — Marisa Siegel / “Dear Emily”

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called for colors (redux)

Posted on March 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language.During his compositions not to cognition The letters instead The letterskind of flashycorrespond to kindof potential colors,whose called for colors, high pitchedevokeimage lights imagery,a whole kind of citydistanced from emphasis … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt.22

Posted on March 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I have nothing to give and make a poor servant,but I can praise the spring.” — Linda Gregg / “Taken By Each Thing”

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six-mile iguana

Posted on March 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

seismograph wine (haiku) pollinate crosswindride the six-mile iguanabwana johnny time What I’m Reading: “And poetry isn’t deadIt’s gone to live on an upstate farmThe world is like that alsoGetting over its need to be seen” — Sarah Jean Grimm / … Continue reading →

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