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....

to stone relentles

Posted on March 27, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: A long black over coat will show no stainFeel the heat and the burn on your backThe rip and the moan and the stretch of the rackAll my belongings in a flour sackWill the place I … Continue reading →

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wobbly and piqued

Posted on March 26, 2026 by istsfor manity

Smiling Pile of Poo Mr. Drinky is coming . . . Oy!IT’S Time to get SOUSED!Time to get pickled, oblivious,Plastered, and f***in’ black-out. Weather the foul miasmaIn a smoky funk —Wither and wane like an inebriateMonk. Drunk as a skunk! … Continue reading →

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an impossible form

Posted on March 25, 2026 by istsfor manity

Blackout-ish Poem 02.03.14 (redux) An irritating squirrel saysTo an umbrella made of stone: You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic.You are an impossible form. The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away. The squirrel, inspired, … Continue reading →

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renew my passport

Posted on March 24, 2026 by istsfor manity

Have to do stupid stuff I can’t handle the glitches . . . Backup codes let me access my account if my phone is lost, stolen, or if I run it through the washing machine and the bag of rice trick … Continue reading →

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underwater time untethered

Posted on March 23, 2026 by istsfor manity

Counterclockwise (redux) I’m slightly fuzzybut coiled. I’m using tape loopsto time my eggs. I’m softly focusedon passing time. the world ricochetscounterclockwise You gaze up fromunderwater— time untethered. What I’m Reading: The sudden sound of vomit.Revenge! A drunk resentsmy door’s frowning … Continue reading →

all to jail

Posted on March 22, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week If there is anything Spaniards and Mexicans have always agreed upon is that nobody is less qualified to govern than the government itself. — Álvaro Enrigue / You Dreamed of Empires I steal facesand … Continue reading →

consider in tin

Posted on March 21, 2026 by istsfor manity

two variations on thwarting thwaites there’s much to consider in tinthe thwartersthe thwarting of certain species banana seatscause toleranceissues with crafts engineeringand here I’m mean farts and craftsnot “vehicle” crafts.Although witch crafts have a certain relianceand tendency to attractthe individual’s … Continue reading →

waiter kinda’ sign

Posted on March 20, 2026 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

watch your peripheries

Posted on March 19, 2026 by istsfor manity

ephemera finds a home a monk’s murk roilson tuesday thursdaywithin the hairshirtof sadness and fury the exophony of anothertongue begs:please move onwith this glossolalia jacket a derecho blowsfeckless anagrams, altostratus,and tornado doppelgängerswing the heartache (beyond set) beyond recognitionÑackets, Ñackets! bullyboy … Continue reading →

lived on dandelions

Posted on March 18, 2026 by istsfor manity

fritillaries hanging i lived on dandelionswhen oxygen would not suffice the soul craves . . .the soul sinks from its own weight sound and sufferingwhat do you see when you see death from above there is no discernible endto our … Continue reading →