Author Archives: istsfor manity

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 →

  Origin Stories: BraveMenRun BraveMenRun in my familyNo BraveMenRun in my familyNo BraveMen in my familyDead men run in my family men run in my familythere r no men in my family There was an inquisitorWho sold his bastard moor-sun … Continue reading →

Live Free and Die The hospital beds fill up at an alarming rate Millions travel despite warnings You gonna stay safe? Or insist on LIVE FREE OR DIE Rather, LIVE FREE AND DIE You patriot u You tha’ coolest You … Continue reading →

“the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn Whom it touches” — e.e. cummings / “XIX,” Viva

The Texture of His Body His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated … Continue reading →

Idioteque, Montana Philanthropy feels more like idiopathic shill-anthropy in these waning days of the anthropocene. Cleave my heart on your plow, speed the ventricle asunder, and wave the cluster of veins, arteries and capillaries over your head. Oh what a … Continue reading →

snow day… “It grieves me to think the dead won’t see them— these things we depend on, they disappear.” — Louise Glück / “The Night Migrations”

my heart distills my blood heliotrope looking for a sun a plantation of hateful verdigris factors out to go flow out big star not too far from severance runs rampant over my tripartite welcome parse the light hiding from the … Continue reading →

Tinctures It’s the time for auxiliary malarial canons and sitars. Thee minute for surgical mask missiles and tinctures of Ayahuasca. “So this is insanity. How interesting. What happens next?” — Jerzy Kosiński

Tergiversation Be apostate? No! That’s better. I’m listening to DakhaBrakha doing “Шлях.” I hope to die in the war of pi twisty too in scupper loo to pass on grass of supper stash and this again to sassafras, sasparilla, and … Continue reading →