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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....

a deficient ejaculation

Posted on March 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading →

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dumpster-bin nonchalance

Posted on March 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Self-Portrait (as the Jubjub Bird and the Frumious Bandersnatch) Down South Jocose in those dying days of Sancti Spiritus. They jostled and jointed, they foisted and hoisted, the beams up to the sky. Mountain joists of slick primer. Letters fell … Continue reading →

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sometimes silence

Posted on March 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

sometimes silence “You write what you write, and then either it holds up or it doesn’t hold up. There are no rules or particular sensibilities. I don’t believe in that at all anymore.” — Jamaica Kincaid

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claw trails glistening

Posted on March 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Blues Cat Haiku Anger kitty struck, bloody claw trails glistening, cool blues filigree. “Anger after someone has died is a cake on a table, fully risen. A knife housed in glass.” — Victoria Chang / “Victoria Chang”

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molasses death spiral

Posted on March 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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the colors blanched

Posted on February 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

eyeless and unctuous take my eyes i want them not there is nothing worth seeing in this world now the colors blanched everything i saw lost its definition it all went soft “Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself, … Continue reading →

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in a vise

Posted on February 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

head in a vise the seventeenth electroshock a peppery taste “So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival”

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spastic and ekphrastic

Posted on February 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dollars for Dollops Blindly devote yourself to formulary Z-074. Make triplicate copies send one to me, one to Human Resources, and one to the Department of Repressive Operations. Sing, glory be! Gloriole and halo benders and everything is ordinary until … Continue reading →

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there’s a scrabbling

Posted on February 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Diminished You were going to try to sleep but you stopped to read this. What was that choice predicated on? I hear murmuring coming from outside. Shadows flit out of the window frame. There’s a scrabbling at the window up … Continue reading →

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on my tuneage

Posted on February 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music Sometimes I am asked to clarify my position and I say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I mean and I say this hand is love and this hand is … Continue reading →

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