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....

updated residue dirge

Posted on February 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Community Relations E-mail (n+7) Debauched Neighbor, If you have a new litany for the Residue Dirge or need to update your current litany, the discharge is Friday, February 11th. If you are currently listed and have no chants, you do … Continue reading →

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a passing thought

Posted on February 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading →

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we broke up

Posted on February 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fissure Kitty, Faun & I I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16. Fissure kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it. My fissure sunbather fuzz, with fanfare drums—from … Continue reading →

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is this buoy

Posted on February 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tonnage Equilibrium My sitar stickingtonnage out in the dustyairbus of chattering teethpulling the armadillo. The growing dominanceof an eyewash bullfinch—an open tinderbox—the brews grow out. The polity of deflection.Remember my sitar scabbard. Is this buoy equilibrium?Is this lift-off? “You cannot … Continue reading →

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a soybean libertine

Posted on February 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

All This Planned Imagine a soybean model as one might see at a redeemer’s onstage rage steamroller. I think that was you trying to stay out of your own web. You reduced and hosted ragbag shows for fifteen yogis. Your … Continue reading →

ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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the grind of

Posted on February 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

bifurcated tanka bifurcated mind•distortion•static•white noise•nails rasp on chalkboardthe grind of plate tectonicslooping endless in my head “Where are we running to, those of us who are so still?” — Ida Vitale / Byobu

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exhaling all creation

Posted on February 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Frida W.H. My viscera holds all creation / a cornucopia at the edge of blur / all creation / the smudgein my hypnogogia / I am exhaling / all creation / sugar skulls, tripe, & the pelt of the tricksterfox … Continue reading →

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(more) interstices interstices

Posted on February 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off … Continue reading →

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showiness of ages

Posted on February 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

homebound habits air hot & full of rancor / can’t breathe / the bestial reliquary open on my chest / body full of foul humor / a plague doctor nowhere in sight / fallow fields & mud / so much … Continue reading →

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