Author Archives: istsfor manity

because america… (haiku / 7.4.20) plastic army men molten into balls of green hot and mottled death “Writers are solitaries by vocation and necessity. I sometimes think the test is not so much talent, which is not as rare as … Continue reading →

flarfish 26: kenning gatear May you take advantage of every new day as a beginning to leave every audience feeling Chastened by the Demons kenning in the gate ar-rays: Since their introduction in the field of programmable fun games close … Continue reading →

Ha 14 (erasure/blot) Before her intricate challenge for every pen in residence she decided to spend an hour each day gazing at religious paintings and began looking aha the ha an extreme connected by her close scrutiny the ha produced … Continue reading →

The Texture of Bodies 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 away … Continue reading →

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language. During his compositions  not to cognition The letters instead The letters kind of flashy correspond to kind of potential colors, whose called for colors, high pitched evoke image … Continue reading →

raddle hose hazy (white out #35) “A plague is a formidable enemy, and is armed with terrors that every man is not sufficiently fortified to resist or prepared to stand the shock against.” — Daniel Defoe

Grunt ah da HogMan Squint-eyed monochromatic on the screen of  her childhood  He’s talking globular in brays and winces  A hive of astringency   in this corner of the universe voices echo   Pins and needles thighs  inner thigh billabongs  … Continue reading →

Rue One would ask of the lurking white world if it would end in luminous water or nearby on the wheel a cudgel and a rock outcropping in hand and a popcorn ceiling phone skittering on a dead connection. It’s … Continue reading →

Disengage From Timbre It’s been six days since I fell through the crack.  I’m spiraling down depression way again.  The crack has been widening and if I don’t do something about it — San Andreas be thy name — you … Continue reading →

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellowish canopy beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, the crusted and congealed, many rats in  hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, … Continue reading →