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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....

thirsty and eyeless

Posted on December 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Vulture Peak Tanka That arid seasonTranspired on vulture peak—Thirsty and eyeless—I roamed around the mountainHere, there, nowhere—all at once. What I’m Reading: “It’s a beautiful day to tell my mother I once aspired to kill myself…” — Julian Randall / … Continue reading →

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december of crows

Posted on December 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It was a December of crows.” — Claire Keegan / Small Things Like These “One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow;” — … Continue reading →

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new lot messiahs

Posted on December 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Unbind the Fritillary Unhand the spinsterUnbind the fritillaryUnpack the fruit The immaculate virginsUnhinged & unsound. Unfurl your flagUnravel your hopeUndo your blinders The new lot messiahsUncaring & unkind. Unspool the filmsUnroll the tapesUnmask the backups We contract upon ourselvesUnloved & … Continue reading →

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behind the mule

Posted on December 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Strongman Plow The mizzle was the type of drizzle that drove him batty. Forever speckling his glasses, so that he had to take them off, wipe them, and replace them every few minutes. This was daft, he decided. Nowhere but … Continue reading →

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in his head

Posted on December 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

bloodbrainvolume the lone image that resolved in his head was that of the video of Amanda Fielding’s bloodbrainvolume pulsing through the sub-cranial dura to the rhythm of her heart and that first tenuous trickle of blood that riverined down her … Continue reading →

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got the shakes

Posted on December 21, 2022 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 →

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points are pointless

Posted on December 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rant-a Claus Gustatory. Gestation. Genuflection. Generative. Gainsay. Can you guess, which, if any, of the terms above doubles as a po’ boy, a grinder, and a nuclear submarine? If you answered: “Birds on ice,” you win nothing but my heart. … Continue reading →

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magnificent penance & rainbows

Posted on December 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Codicil 508 Due to a rave dissimilarity we wish to make everyone aware of the cure for ennui and the primacy of Papal Bull(y) pastiches. Now that we have divulged our purpose we’d like to announce the distribution of cassettes, … Continue reading →

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comes from punk

Posted on December 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “A storefront mission in a slumWhere we come together at nightTo confess our fatal addictionFor knowledge beyond appearances…” — Charles Simic / “Metaphysics Anonymous” “Right now I am experiencing this split notion of … Continue reading →

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need more pageantry

Posted on December 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Antelope Compatriots I’m a non-prohibitionist aide-de-camp. I’ve been involved with for over 30 yogurts. There are severe showmen in everything, yet perfectionists need to survive year-end commiseration, imbibe elixirs, and grow their wattles. The undredweight skier is heating this … Continue reading →

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