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....

life i hate

Posted on May 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

Found Page from a Forgotten Life I hate life I hate the Bay City Rollers I hate Silva Mind Control I find something new the year after it’s new. I’m watching Lloyd Dobyns and Linda Ellerbee and they’re presenting a … Continue reading →

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wolf-like rages

Posted on May 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole. What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings? What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden … Continue reading →

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pockmarked with stars

Posted on May 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

i exist haiku beneath the night skypockmarked with stars and sea foamuniverse — i’m here What I’m Reading: The only way to test the truth of a border is to ride hard toward it and leap-or, if circumstances demand it, … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 61

Posted on May 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: We, too, are made of wonders, of greatand ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,of a need to call out through the dark. — Ada Limón / “In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa”

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systems to bursting

Posted on May 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There are mornings I wakeand wonder, why? Later, wanderingthe walkways, in searchof something to fill the holein me . . . — Krista Franklin / “Everyday around the world a woman is pulled into … Continue reading →

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respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus) Me and my windbagBoom at a sequel center.We squawk used trumpets—Spit valves overflowing skronkLike respirators of joy. (If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be … Continue reading →

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in the freezer

Posted on May 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Ten Things Overheard at the Decemberists Show — I didn’t expect it to be so cold . . . now it’s raining! — Grab the Bruins hat! — They’re playing “Seasons in the Sun!” — We’re going to start with … Continue reading →

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seals rubber feet

Posted on May 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped (redux) Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. What I’m Reading: I squeeze my days into such small boxesI forget that I can make whatever I … Continue reading →

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be the change

Posted on April 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unbroken Tanka The antic days drift,Unbroken, day after dayInto the ether. Decolonize your brain stem —Be the change you want to live. What I’m Reading: For years the thought of you scorched my eyeballsNow all is well under the scalding … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 60

Posted on April 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A city will know that it’s succeeded in becoming a cycling city when people don’t think of themselves as cyclists – riding a bicycle is just the way to get around. — Melissa Bruntlett & Chris Bruntlett … Continue reading →

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