Author Archives: istsfor manity

Anything But That (redux) 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence … Continue reading →

Structural Logic New people born daily: $5.99 / lb. Self-replicating cosmic forces, yeasts, molds.The sky is a terminal blue.Ontology, espistemology, phenomenology, Teletubbies.Getting naked in front of another person for the first time.Coral reefs bleaching.Hieronymus Bosch, Albrecht Dürer, Francis Bacon, Samuel … Continue reading →

That Wasn’t a Microdose (Fissure Kitty, Faun, & I) No, I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16.Fissure Kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it.My fissure sunbather fuzz, … Continue reading →

Lay Hands (redux) She woke up desirous of having acute control of mise en scène. She wanted to become a film director / cinematographer, and to live a future of more linearity and clarity. That night she explained her new … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Which book do you recommend most? I think it’s a good idea to know what the Bible actually says because—while yes, it may be inspiring to you—it’s also the book Americans often misuse to … Continue reading →

ai generated jesus thee ai generated jesussplits the firestormboy you wish you could be thereor notthe sides of his head shavedlooking oh so 2024why are your eyebrows so longa yappy dog barks somewhere outsidewait for the storm surgeit’s bound to … Continue reading →

Writerly Canker Sore It starts out with a static preambulation—if there is such a thing. Somehow you’ve got to get started and this is as good a way sans a definite destination. Just a vagueness, something enveloped in the low … Continue reading →

Loudmouth (redux) What can I offer?A warring world where life is bereft of meaning.Father on an amphetamine-fueled jag.Mother, a dark figure, a smoke-like wraith moving through the house.I stare and move my crayon to the din of caffeinated voices, a … Continue reading →

(thee blackout gradients) What I’m Reading: When your country does not feel cozy, what do you do? — Naomi Shihab Nye / “You Are You’re Own State Department”