Author Archives: istsfor manity

Détentes There’s a tool they use to set things right. But it won’t protect them from the bitter cold of a nighttime swim through the shark infested straits. A tool of last resort — shaman life hacks! Tabernacle huckster butters! … Continue reading →

Encomium I walk in circles gyring — elevating ever outward until I’m circumnavigating your boundless denigration. Deliver me — enervated — from invigoration as you deliver me from hating myself long enough to despise you. I’ve placed myself at this … Continue reading →

Be now. Be here… Ima walking superpower. That which transfixes me becomes putty in the transom of epistemology. Hallowed ground burials are a thing of the past. Everything I was told as a child turned out a lie. Our parents … Continue reading →

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome.  I see you across the barren parklet.  You are eating bits of soft pink babies.  Humid. My hair wilts.   Your curls frizz.  I lick the hot sauce off … Continue reading →

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 →