Author Archives: istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? And I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm … Continue reading →

Libido Livedo A vibrant tuning fork in hand. This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart. Almost immediately you tell me to videograph your heartache. You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism … Continue reading →

Song of the Plague Prophet (Solomon Eagle) The pelagic fish will continue to swim, and thrive when we are gone… You! It was nothing.  No need to concern yourself with the rigors of dying. Listen! We are under the influence … Continue reading →

flarfish 4: vivid story wednesdays through whimsical interpretation of bunny ears ’cause it’s the middle of… this vivid story inspired by actual events and hear their stories… striking up friendships people fighting – and succeeding – against enormous odds in … Continue reading →

flarfish 35: formicary nimbus comb ragged mass of cloud: fracto-nimbus, fracto-stratus enamel formicary inhabitant ant — formidable awesome  However, there is one thing that they are particularly  vulnerable to: dangerous, difficult, a day of distress and of anguish she and … Continue reading →

(click play above and watch my short film your mother here…) everybody has one thank her if u r able today… (click play above and watch my short film mother’s insides day…) “You can’t use up creativity. The more you … Continue reading →

At The Distraction Attraction The carny barks: Come  inside and see gnats and gadflies swarming about the heads of philosophers! Come, you, now! Come and see annoyance and obstructions to happiness! Come inside and watch a man tear down his … Continue reading →

my plague chasuble (worn over my hair shirt) is impregnated with wise blood to keep foul humors and miasmas at bay the vapors out & thee ethers at ethereal atmospheres hot with distemper my beak of special aromatics — posies / popcorn … Continue reading →

  Pandemic Haiku 5 A recrudescence  Pours out of a dim tunnel —  Black rats hot with fleas.   “The furious revolt of the first weeks had given place to a vast despondency, not to be taken for resignation, though … Continue reading →

Shoot A Canticle I’m the ludic Luddite. Lovable, laughable, but don’t get me near a hammer or screwdriver. I’m a dud. Speak to me of glittering baubles of snabbles and yarbols. No, don’t speak to me at all. I’d rather … Continue reading →