Author Archives: istsfor manity

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....

theygottagun

Posted on September 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

139 / times up 139 / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene / sure … Continue reading →

a red giant

Posted on September 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week … I’d like to writea children’s book called everybody dies. Upbeat, ofcourse, and pragmatic. You only got so manydays. Don’t think about death; when you’reready, death will think about you. — D. A. Powell … Continue reading →

pulpo plinth plinker

Posted on September 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

aquarium bully pulpit its faint deceptionfeint tall tauntgreater aidto nub octopuspulpo plinth plinkersculpture book champexterminator of clamslob oscillator camouflagethingamajigconveyor o underseaexpletive bound humblebrags aquarium bully pulpit posereight armed jabmabobsbeakman dredgerfishbone martinetemploying artificeon nectarine reeftormented suckerarmed pusherwad silt sitterinkfilled ghost our … Continue reading →

a migraine squeezing

Posted on September 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Blockhead (redux) Relevance was not his strong suit. Assonance was a mildly strong point. Dissonance was his power alley. So he detuned his lyre and randomly plucked strings. He tuned his dulcimer to F sharp and struck it with claw … Continue reading →

a day panegyric

Posted on September 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

ballad of oilcan blues oilcan receives transmissions / bluefin bulletins from fungi fishtown / ska+rock steady on the 45 / blam blam fever+phoenix city+wrong emboyo / oilcan loves the blam blam blam / loves when old time hoods call each … Continue reading →

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one a day

Posted on September 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

misdeeds / missives if misdeeds were missives id send u one a day What I’m Reading: Books are states of consciousness, a record—What won’t finally kill you, you eat its tongue — Carolina Ebeid / “Assume the Role of Cassandra, … Continue reading →

monosyllabic love-tee-dums

Posted on September 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

im a dream creep im a dream creep having bug dinner / making errant presentations in the round / converting pathological crab kids in love to arthritic husks / i tease a sickle / a cudgel / all show of … Continue reading →

my suppurating sutures

Posted on September 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

thru zoetrope eyes the mandrake sage transmits an incantation / inserts the bulldog queen in heavyweight cream / we have monologue lift-off / the long-rap foreign diplomatic corp spy daylight / the court of weightlifters have protein shakes in hand … Continue reading →

canary muffles syncopated

Posted on September 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

arcade embargo inverted tanka thee ministry of hiccups:strawberry canards like hailcanary mufflessyncopated summer lumpskilowatt fun time What I’m Reading: Butterfly bisque in teacupby mannerist bedside plits a slight gyre withdead fire alarm tears. — Aristilde Kirby / “Daria Ukiyo-e”

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on your bike

Posted on September 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The impact of climate change has been felt in earlier than ever heat warnings and 46 days of heat index topping 100 degrees, a record set last summer. — Ashley Minazi / “Why does … Continue reading →