Author Archives: istsfor manity

Stop Thinking Right to Left Dear Jesse— You of the cryophilic heart… You fill me with inertia. Jesse, stop writing backwards! Stop thinking from right to left. You prepared the statues and raised the cupolas, and now the patina congeals … Continue reading →

Aeonian or Aeolian? She mistook her aeonian harp for her aeolian harp. She mistook her bemusement for amusement. Her confoundment for profoundment and her conclusion for inclusion. Nothing seemed to be what it needed to be and her mind kept … Continue reading →

Annus Mirabilis There are blocks everyday, people die everyday, there’s gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting in in a eddy of wind that is … Continue reading →

Charles River Murk He composed a text to her, intending to say: “I’m going to be a strong arm robber,” but the auto correct produced: “I want to be s throng arm robber.” She responded: “U mean a strong arm … Continue reading →

Flarfish 15: orogeny llamativo (Spanglish version) polyphase deformation, fold tectonics, schistosity o frutos llamativos que por su belleza presentaran alto potencial ornamental displacements in the inner orogenic domains associated with uplift of retroarc una previa glaciación del tipo alpino, la … Continue reading →

Humans Are Dumb Asses Petunia has a dream where she hides in her sister’s basement while her sister conducts a clandestine revolutionary meeting upstairs in the newly remodeled kitchen. Che Guevara and the Symbionese Liberation Army are in attendance. Hot … Continue reading →

Death in Spring The sheets of virus stop Quiet strafes the air Hubei or Lombardy New York or New Orleans The daffodils trumpet Death in Spring Death in Spring See those naked bodies Death in Spring “The truth is that … Continue reading →

Tough Times “I saw it with my own eyes” and “true fact” were her favorite pleonasms, and now I miss hearing them. There’s a hoot owl beyond this fringe of hickory trees that constantly sings these redundancies to me in … Continue reading →

1,362,863 Dreams I look aristocratic in my dalmatic, fringed with ermine and mink. I affect an Emperor Ming sort of mustache. I am merciless and I am soulless. Then Don Cornelius asks me to do the word scramble that spells … Continue reading →

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →