Author Archives: istsfor manity

Whig Man Millard Fillmore greeted me on my laptop today He was the featured article on Wikipedia today He was the last Whig to serve as president He seemed to have a wig on in “Fillmore in 1849” The Brady … Continue reading →

Pandemic Haiku Febrile and tranquil He submits to the sickness He gives up the fight “Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.” — Jack Kerouac

110 Words Even if it’s just a few desultorily drawn up words at the end of the world, on the butt end of pandemics… Why are we here anyway? What does it really matter? Well, we spend our lives constructing … Continue reading →

His One Consolation “Heh,” she says. “Heh!” He doesn’t say much of anything. His hands are tied, but not his feet — so it’s easy for him to get up walk to the kitchen and use the scissors with a backwards … Continue reading →

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

My name is a wall I’m changing my name.  Like most of us I had no hand in choosing my name, but unlike many of you my name pays homage to a bad man, and my association with him has … Continue reading →

Hamburger Lady or Slug Bait? Maria was rereading a section of Samuel Beckett’s Watt for the third time.  She turned off the television — there was a dearth of news and wild rumors continued to seep into the reporting — … Continue reading →

Waxing Indecisive I. “You think grave digging is something to be embarrassed about? Everybody needs a grave digger, son.” “I believe you father, but in these times of pestilence I feel overburdened. While the other kids play kick the skull … Continue reading →

a small cannibal fixation “I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” — Jack Kerouac

sturgeon metaphysics at heaven’s gate …sturgeon have been on earth for millions of years in the chill caspian sea… but i’m looking for redemption in the butt end of comet hale-bopp emaciated glue-eyed to the telescope diopter sharp-eyed for a … Continue reading →