Author Archives: istsfor manity

About istsfor manity

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....

larger youtube following

Posted on August 24, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The men who carry the stretcher move with urgency, as if the doing of care, of gentleness, can undo what has happened to this girl, to this place, to the bodies yet to be … Continue reading →

poetic about werewolves

Posted on August 23, 2025 by istsfor manity

Dilatory Prelate (redux) The prelate drafts an encyclical announcing that the werewolves and camellias will be delivered on Friday to all diocese in the mountainous regions. It encourages all Englishmen and yogis to traipse about nude and re-stage the highlights … Continue reading →

one thing reel

Posted on August 22, 2025 by istsfor manity

decenter the I tanka flickering my eyesi will decenter the Ilike a flicker film caught in the gate / melting down /the WE — is the one thing reel What I’m Reading: i’d wolf abuela’s nopales and howl this resuscitated … Continue reading →

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heighten the parallax

Posted on August 21, 2025 by istsfor manity

i squeeze an eye tanka i squeeze an eye shutto heighten the parallaxthe world looks better in this way the world askewappears to gain equipoise What I’m Reading: I am drunk. Forgive me that I couldn’t bearto see you off, … Continue reading →

the menu incarnate

Posted on August 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

Ready to Order With the waiter largely offscreen, none of the cheeses are what they seem . . . Absorbing his friend’s accident—a taciturn stoicism gone limitless and flagrant—growing increasingly unsettling as midnight strikes and the Gouda appears. Bystanders switch … Continue reading →

implore the dishes

Posted on August 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

make a flat about me implore the dishesas an ill-fated magazine mightafter a few tumultuous departuresspent amiably among the geraniums she wheels an epilogue of desireswords pale in sequencemisericordia perhapsa sugar narration for certaincut along the arthouse seam it rains … Continue reading →

sea is drained

Posted on August 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

These Were a Few of the Dreams These were a few of the images retained: The final scene is all she remembers. Massive black horses in water—a marsh, blue sky, angry cumulus darkness roiling in the distance. They need this, … Continue reading →

his own reincarnation

Posted on August 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The dead are carried away in tote bags.Because they got carried away, they are borne away.Only some of those borne away got carried away.Some of the others borne away were newly born or else … Continue reading →

going for him

Posted on August 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

stained pink rayon first responders were able to get him outthe stained pink rayon nightgown beneathhis torn clothes was unexpected no one says a wordhe was not in the water but he was takenby the 8-foot wave nonetheless rough surf … Continue reading →

deep purple refrain

Posted on August 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions (redux) Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble … Continue reading →