Author Archives: istsfor manity

Oh Holy Fog The raga swirls about her bare white room creating eddies of sound that fill the corners and cover the ceiling with paprika and saffron hues. A nebula forms around her head, orbits about and congeals into a … Continue reading →

watch one of my found cut-up films above Lap Dissolves Fade In: I don’t remember going to my first movie.  I am told it was Dr. Zhivago in the Spring of 1966.  I was 2-years-old.  During the intermission my mother … Continue reading →

Oye, Hermano:  Ode To My Unknown Half-Brother Oye, hermano, We share the stuff of life; In us flows the destinies of madness And abuses most sharp:   Self-abuse, self-abasement, Self-abnegation, self-aggrandizement, Self-atonement.   We are mad with missile crises,  And … Continue reading →

A Rare Delectation He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” spinning in his head.  He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing their performance on that Saturday morning in 1973.  The gold and ruddy light of it.  The … Continue reading →

cored i went to the well and saw jesse floating there her eyes frozen on the concrete sky above arms splayed at her side gently lapping in the blackness   her eyes were stone gray   i went to the … Continue reading →

birds of prey I.  Turbulence As his flight boarded he finished the bottle of Malbec in the airport bathroom.  Someone brusquely shook the stall door a third time and walked away.  The sound of flushing urinals, toilets and hand dryers … Continue reading →

Epigraph in Ekphrasis: Or more stories about C-sections   i. I would like this poem  to be an envoy — Bearing a gap-toothed smile between sharpened incisors…   ii. “Remember, you can’t be denied.  Everyone hides.  Where is this little … Continue reading →

  Violet Bathroom Dictator He is the violet Bathroom dictator; king of the plastered Hairspray combover.   He is fall October turning chill at 10:09 p.m.; a smoldering  Ruin, abandoned house burnt.   He is tornadic  Aftermath, roiling clouds receding; … Continue reading →

mini-flashes o’ funk The Father   The sun cut a slice of light into his head — the effulgence of stellate light streaming in through the top of the window blinded him — at the very moment the bullet fragmented … Continue reading →

(my short film monday lagniappe for you… take 3 minutes out of your life) Walls You believe… Calypso…   In rising seas, In openings, closings,   In walls to protect him; The journey no longer as important    As the … Continue reading →