Author Archives: istsfor manity

Just Do It! “Ever since Trump was elected, we have been living through things that we would find overplayed and unbelievable in fiction and film and they keep on coming…” — Rebecca Solnit / “Chrome-Plated Pistols and Pink Polos: The … Continue reading →

The Day After the Day of the Dead “… and task demotion is nearly over,” she says. “Sure, go north,” the man says. “Proceed past the turnpike interchange and…” He stops pointing west north west, rubs his chin and says, … Continue reading →

November Spawned a Monster October is in the rear view. The rear view is in the river. Pelagic creatures are flopping about in the shallows wondering where the encroaching oceans went. The monks are illuminating by the gallows. The henchmen … Continue reading →

You v. The Spigot You’re normally truculent and foul-breathed in the morning, but even the ubangi bangi car sputtering down the street can’t spoil a morning like this: a pastel yellow, peach and powder blue sky, and the world is … Continue reading →

A Madhouse It was this Charlton Heston thing. The Romans are meeting at the Forum — more like the Colosseum — deciding the fate of the legions off at war; and somehow, I, a hero, am embroiled in the decision. … Continue reading →

“Hot on the Heels of Love” I think Satina had enough the day I slagged her student film. It’d been a difficult year between us. She was so independent so different than the Cuban girls I knew from home. Clingers. … Continue reading →

“Dear Neighbors, I have a relative who is chronically ill. Long-term antibiotic use has left him with severe indigestion, brain fog, and fatigue. As you may know, we have friendly gut microbes (called the “microbiome”) that help our metabolism, immune … Continue reading →

concern 124 your office for blood my name is 78 theres too much pressure its got to stop its got to stop too much pressure last week dated i added a letter i added an addled letter i couldnt use … Continue reading →

Anoles We made snares from long grasses, We caught one in ten; then We prodded a bite and We wore them as earrings. I pinched their their necks for dewlaps — Their red-ringed and speckled yellow arcs. You, transfixed, favored … Continue reading →

(your subconscious) your subconscious sublunary the moth for the star your subconscious font of sedition and secession irrefragable and heretical be on your way dripping devil demoniacal the way is full of obstacles there is no such thing as herd … Continue reading →