Author Archives: istsfor manity

Pandemic Haiku 2 The Fear Contagion: Taking Control, Stockpiling, She feels better now. “Practice an art for love and the happiness of your life—you will find it outlasts almost everything but breath.” — Katherine Anne Porter

stop.       gap. and then there was a stop gap measure… for the oncoming plague… “It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write.  Let them think you were born that way.” — Ernest Hemingway … Continue reading →

 Why do you make art? — It’s a way of living. It’s a way of passing through life. i. los minutos pasan quedan dos and then there was a multifoliate a multiplicity, a multivariate, a multiplication that started with two … Continue reading →

Captain There Are Doubts The dour captain’s ship caught in an eddy at the strait.  His caravel gyres in the tepid water the flukes held by a god. His mariners maroon him to certain depths as they cast off in uncertain … Continue reading →

5 Gripe Rant Loud cellphone talkers beget cellphones stalkers.  I’m the woman you fear, dear. I don’t care if you received a merit badge for sailing, I don’t care because I’m just a few steps ahead of you and you … Continue reading →

The Mandy Brush He bent down to rinse the toothpaste out of his mouth and his left side cramped up. The cramp was the most severe pain he’d felt in his life. The sensation seemed like a vise tightening on … Continue reading →

Wretched Hypnopompia This morning I woke up with an angry welt on my left temple. I had a bad night’s sleep, that much is obvious. Which is odd as I’ve sleeping rather well lately. Eris, on the other hand, sleeps … Continue reading →

On My Sixteenth Birthday When my estranged father offers to drop acid with me, I start to believe his story. “I was driving my bus over the I-195 bridge.” He draws an arc in the air. “The bus was full … Continue reading →

Burn the Witch (from 30 Stories in 30 Songs) He sat eating what he thought was the best chicken noodle soup he’d ever had.  It was chock full of carrots, translucent slivers of onions, noodles, and hearty chunks of chicken.  … Continue reading →

Disappearer I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is just that good. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s … Continue reading →