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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....

endless looping funhouse

Posted on August 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading →

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down on us

Posted on August 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nation of Poor Examples Daughter of incestuous Union, impress your dominion over us—for we are a nation of poor examples—we breathe freedom reckless. Breathe your plague down on us. Insist: this is a declamation of god-given right. Stop. Ask. What … Continue reading →

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boxful-o-reverie

Posted on August 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muted Video Feed Fugue No need to look at me while I write, she thinks—and what’s this mass of entropy floating next to me? It seems most people go off-camera for the writing bits, then so shall I, she said … Continue reading →

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a kiss farewell

Posted on August 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

sunset (erasure poem #8821) “The days are loud and long, and on some exhausted evenings, the simple existence of others feels like an inconvenience. Strangers invade the monasteries of our minds.” — Kristen Radtke / Seek You

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you there, psychonaut

Posted on August 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

1.5 Degrees Celsius “Maria, chica, it’s not about the damned orange juice, it’s the principle of the thing,” Garcilazo says. “Maria, hey! Earth to Maria. Are you there, psychonaut? What are you doing?” Maria is rapt staring out the balcony … Continue reading →

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dissolution was set

Posted on August 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream of Fire My husband dreamt the sheets were on fire, and I wouldn’t come in the bedroom. He called and called for me, but I would not come. When I finally walked in he asked, why didn’t you come? … Continue reading →

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your last day

Posted on August 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Not Praiseworthy Predation “That Victorian cow is making my life miserable.” “Well you’re a Postmodern pig, so I guess that evens it all out doesn’t it?” “Why are you taking her side in this?” “Im not. You need to be … Continue reading →

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the blind horizon

Posted on August 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Annihilation Haiku The mushroom cloud growsAcross the blind horizonA hot gray snow falls “We come to our deaths / in silence. / The bomb speaks.” — William Carlos Williams / “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower”

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oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

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saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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