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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....

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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rag and bone

Posted on June 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading →

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full of sick

Posted on June 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude II: Che Guevara’s Bequest: Vallegrande, Bolivia, 1967 (redux) A tinny mambo is piped from the roomspewingsick yellow-green fluorescence. The radiator squeals,brass electrodes buzz;blood-crusted, unnoticed,Che Guevara’s finger liesin a dusty corner covered with mitesescapingthe evil heat. “We’re investing, as a … Continue reading →

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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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again & again

Posted on June 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Words Failed Her Time & Time Again & Again “Who killed the pork chops? / What price bananas? / Are you my Angel?” — Allen Ginsberg / “A Supermarket in California”

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the world ascended

Posted on June 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading →

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am a visionary

Posted on June 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

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