Author Archives: istsfor manity

dangerous anthropogenic interference “On the day the world ends… …those who expected lightning and thunder Are disappointed. And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps Do not believe it is happening now…” — Czeslaw Milosz / “A Song on the … Continue reading →

Gutty Haiku I will work for tripe Pepper pot is beautiful Visceral goodness “We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.” — Jorge Luis Borges / The Book of Sand and Shakespeare’s Memory

Waveless Delta I read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier. I vow to never sleep again… “Good things, when short, are twice as good.” — Baltasar Grazian

Disjecta, Kansas At 80 miles an hour, about two and a half hours east of Denver, she tore through the state line into Kanorado, Kansas and pumped the brakes upon sighting a half dozen state troopers lined up behind a … Continue reading →

Ginger Snaps I remember Ginger brought us, on New Year’s Eve 1980, the Vermonters: “lunch on you, keep the hand and suck this bony one” you filled the point with wire and spine button Night into Line from a short … Continue reading →

 Dynamation Angst “The wind screams like ten thousand fiends.” And I asked her if she was writing a new poem. She said no, she was remembering a line from a long ago movie she saw as a child. She couldn’t … Continue reading →

White Elephantitis So he goes on this monologue telling me why I want to avoid becoming the white elephant at the company. He said, “it was too revered to be a beast of burden: the white elephant earned a reputation … Continue reading →

The Dictator Says The dictator says: St. Ignatius used a cilice; hold your breath and expand, let go… and I do. She’s gesticulating wildly and walking toward me. She has violent intent, the dictator says. I let go of the … Continue reading →

Annihilation Haiku (7.16.20) The mushroom cloud grows Across the blind horizon A dead gray snow falls “There was just a continent without much on it under a sky that never cared less.” — William E. Stafford / “At the Bomb … Continue reading →

In This Hole I live in a parallel universe of my own devising. I live most of my days in a dank cell, in the bowels of a vast complex of cells. I am allowed to write for fifteen minutes … Continue reading →