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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....

a foreboding step

Posted on March 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Circumlocution The snow turns to slush, Overnight a sheath of ice, A foreboding step. A death threat in Denmark Over the telephone and emails The children should all be killed Using a bolt pistol then skinned And fed to the … Continue reading →

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i remain ungainly

Posted on March 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Attitudinize I am awkward in appearance. A sea oat blown near-horizontal. I will grow this beard as long as I want. I doomscroll as a default setting. I get excited when the gales cause these walls to creak. My minions … Continue reading →

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are these silverfish

Posted on March 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Questions Unanswered Yesterday What side effects should I expect tonight? Really? Seriously? Today? What is this filth? What are the chances we become an intelligent and empathetic country? Is this a poem or a story? Where are these silverfish coming … Continue reading →

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an absurd life

Posted on March 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

What I Saw (Haiku Quatrain) The scab I pick raw Is a tear in the fabric Of an absurd life Sister Ray dances Naked after vespers dark Blind rat sniffs the air Fog rolls in hissing Starless sky is swallowed … Continue reading →

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finest quality feces

Posted on March 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Weird to be Wired Teofilo: Don’t be a putz with the futzing about, you mung nut. Pass me the spud gasket. Bob: Shut up! Your voice is sharp as a yeast infection. Teofilo: Tangy, is it? Bob: Hey, did you … Continue reading →

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thundered by wasps

Posted on March 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

“the first time I was othered I was still in the womb breaking in my naming–“ — Mahtem Shiferraw / “Blood and Bones”

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the red button

Posted on March 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Ah, go on. You’ll see. The future is coming and it doesn’t look good.” — Madeleine Watts / The Inland Sea

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the terminal point (redux)

Posted on March 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

What Ails You? “Mama? What’s a welkin? Is that like a pickle?” “No, dear. It’s the vault of the sky. The firmament, you know?” “Is that like something permanent, Ma? “No… It’s Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan!” The clouds part and … Continue reading →

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an outside thing

Posted on March 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pinned Dig, Digby, dig. Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t put it that … Continue reading →

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of dyspeptic ruin

Posted on March 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ingestion This week from the site of ingestion —from the site of dyspeptic ruin— the moment you swallowed the hegemonic tincture and began your slow disappearance into the stew inside the melting pot. “Don’t try to figure out what other … Continue reading →

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