Author Archives: istsfor manity

tips (blackout poem #73) tips from 3 point flats beware cut your kids & invite people into their clothes the beds they slept in their car seats never give details & avoid mechanics dont dream its been done too often … Continue reading →

Shadow Is A Ruin “Dig, Digby, dig!” Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t … Continue reading →

limn the nimbus the outline of my being on the edge of bardo-trip 25 more milligrams of lsd subcutaneously, dear goodbye it’s been good and i have loved you true this ochre light beckons prick me know please leave my … Continue reading →

A Day Gray February Dark thought on a gray day — gray in every gradation: 18% gray card gray the ideal photographic gray of wet city streets & shards of east river gray the cold of gainsboro gray rain dead-eye … Continue reading →

let be be finale of seem… It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there…  like the scale of wildfires and … Continue reading →

origin myths i found my name on a t-shirt folded in thirds on a still warm body: a nice lady named ruth was wearing said t-shirt and i was wearing an open mind that day… i’m a truncated word-person looking … Continue reading →

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

  haiku trio:   bone chill embrace fog rolls in hissing — a starless sky swallowed whole — in bone chill embrace     just like sister ray said sister ray dances naked after vespers as a blind rat watches … Continue reading →

THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION AND STROBING SANTA Sucking craggy rocks pebble smooth my mother walked into the wall of an opium den. She bloodied her nose, broke water, and expelled me on an ottoman. I mooned and glowed to the on/off, … Continue reading →

¡es un automatismo franco y elevado! “The best writing advice I’ve ever heard: Don’t write like you went to college.” — Alice Kahn