Author Archives: istsfor manity

Edenic Memories During Jailhouse Enemas 1. His mother and father died when he was 15, and his first super-8 film was of chalk drawings in darkened spaces: where he imagines the poses and places where his people died. 2. On … Continue reading →

New Year’s Dissolutions: January 1. The aphelion of milk is me at 4:33 a.m. on January 1st. February 2. Soliloquies and obloquies in trance and dance at noon on Presidents’ Day. March 3. The recalcitrance of hair in the alimentary … Continue reading →

A Pandemic Year in Books, (Pt. 4)  A year in books. A pandemic year in reading. I suppose that at a certain point this past year — during the second month of the COVID-19 lockdown here in Massachusetts — I … Continue reading →

 A Pandemic Year in Books, Pt. 3 A year in books. A pandemic year in reading. Above you see the the tsundoku pile that lived atop my nightstand for most of this year, and in the photo below: the bottom … Continue reading →

A Pandemic Year in Books, Pt. 2 A year in books. A pandemic year in reading. The goal was to read 100 books this year. The other objective was to shrink my tsundoku pile by 25 books. Tsundoku is a … Continue reading →

A Pandemic Year in Books Were you like me this year? At a certain point of the year you knew, that if you didn’t become infected and sick — or worse (you know the score) — you’d end up reading a lot … Continue reading →

You Are an Exquisite Corpse transmogrifying and growing appendages never intended. Your exquisite corpse cycles through different heads as your whim catches. Your octopus head globular and gentle. Your paramecium body dizzy and cilial. Your surgical instrument arms sharp and … Continue reading →

venture to guess X number less of our fellow human beings not that it ever did but life seems especially meaningless chaotic when surveyed from the tail end of a year such as this sharp loss seasoned with terror at … Continue reading →

Hellish I forget what that final word is. Time fog is hellish. What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am? “I like to get up when the dawn comes… The morning is the best … Continue reading →

Justice Served I overhear them talking of justice served brusquely — of a red white and blue slap on the face. I hear them consider who to bring justice to next: the sliver of sharp approbation, the soft formless rejections … Continue reading →