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....

of crusty nostalgia

Posted on November 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

6 going on 7 So this tiny endeavor that started as a writing lark — really as an assignment for a Creativity Lab class — went feral, all those years ago, and turned six years old today! And herewith begins … Continue reading →

the word “patriot”

Posted on November 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Even in our darkest imaginations, no one could have conceived of Gaza’s streets littered with the decomposing bodies and skeletal remains of our loved ones; that stray dogs and cats would be filmed feasting … Continue reading →

a grim tangerine

Posted on November 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Shadowplay / Nightmare Thrum This grim tangerinebruised by daylight.This grim brinkmanshipmasking in its own eyeteeth.You rock adrift.A lover wrapped in muslin,caught in the sleeper sofa’s hush.Lichtenberg figures fillet your back,branching like bright frost. Shadowplay. Despite the pessimism,the taxing of thornbacksand … Continue reading →

nothing but blues

Posted on November 14, 2025 by istsfor manity

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot of SM-N900V’s … Continue reading →

you must choose

Posted on November 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

Huh? I renounce. Friend or enemy? A place “where there is no darkness?” Huh? Since thee Chump’s ketches run low, mizzen-masted abominations, out of the thick, cloudy dregs at a barrel’s wake chucked overboard, you should stand at attention. Stay attached to … Continue reading →

frozen iguana falling

Posted on November 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

falling tanka so cold i’m like afrozen iguana fallingfrom a palm tree trunk i almost look like a brancha sign of weather whiplash? What I’m Reading: You are placed in landscape, you are placed in time. But, within that, there’s … Continue reading →

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i’m going away

Posted on November 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

My Story / Your Story (an inexquisite corpse) Mine I am nothing but decay. A vessel for soft and hard drinking. A Celsius. An Ascent. Grain alcohol. The descent of man — an ascendancy of brimstone and vitriol. This is … Continue reading →

darkness seeped in

Posted on November 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

Canker-Gray (redux) The woman in 316 drowned in a starless fog. She danced herself dizzy and collapsed onto her bed. Then the fog moved in. She ingested too much of the antipsychotic. It altered her senses. The fog was impossibly … Continue reading →

the nation weeded

Posted on November 9, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I’ll tell you diasters might die outif you stopped feeding them firewood. . . — Asmaa Azaizeh / “Reflection” The collective wealth of the top 10 US billionaires has soared by $698bn in the … Continue reading →

crochet synchronized heartbeats

Posted on November 8, 2025 by istsfor manity

Naked Preamble (redux) Juana weaves her homily—one uprise after another, unaware that she’s at the precipice of her irritating anecdotes. Jean believes he deserves his honorific—the one Juana refuses to use when addressing him. Gaffes occur in a world ruled … Continue reading →