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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....

dead gossamer words

Posted on July 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

3/5 x 7/4 Haiku RedWhiteBlue idealsForged in dead gossamer wordsThree/fifths of a sin “Every nation is scared of the truth of what they have done to others.” — Charles Simic / The Monster Loves His Labyrinth

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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assignation as anticipated

Posted on July 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Assonance Anthem Please remain standing: An alternative alliterativeAttraction awaits asseverationsAxiomatic at an approximateAssignation as anticipated. (Three full minutes of WHITE noise) Now … on with your life as usual. “Nothing is more real than nothing.” — Samuel Beckett / Malone … Continue reading →

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a cloacal flow

Posted on July 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(from empty bedchambers) from empty bedchambersthe former leader speaksa cloacal flow “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez / Memories of My … Continue reading →

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accretion disk keen

Posted on June 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Entropy Schmentropy She was crowned Queen of the Universe The Anti-Christ teetered at the edge of the balance beamon the cusp of spacetime A crowd gathered on the accretion disk keenfor a victor The supergiant elliptical galaxy IC 1101 was … Continue reading →

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a portent unsought

Posted on June 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Crow Haiku (Terminal Interlude) Two crows on the railOne seethes, quails, a fish in beakA portent unsought “For the shape of loneliness is a holeWithout any edges, finallyThe entire universe whistles through it.” — Patricia Goedicke / “Though It Looks … Continue reading →

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blood and betrayal

Posted on June 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

case #63 (redux) if i jaywalkedwould you wax lyric and macrophagic? a stay at home order is extendedyou never stop writing even when you’re not writingviral loads and virtual loafsyou don’t post when there’s another temporary stop gap to appease … Continue reading →

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scrofulous and desiccate

Posted on June 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Said She said to herself: Thanks for renting a space in this life. Despite the scrofulous and desiccate in life you stayed around to witness the swirling swallows above, and their reflected pantomime in the water below—a whirlwind of … Continue reading →

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to the decompression

Posted on June 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Longest Day The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment of … Continue reading →

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interlude iii:

Posted on June 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Department of Returns Department of Retinues Department of Retinas “And the eggs, they’re always cheaperThe day after EasterAnd I know, oh, I knowIt must be hard to pass ’em by” — Squid / “Documentary Filmmaker”

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