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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....

a fever dream

Posted on March 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

the word : firmament we are lost at sea without anchorage. the firmament is a figment of a syphillitic fever dream. the firmament is affixed to a corrugated sheet of tin—full of pinpricks—and backed by massive metal armatures. the sun … Continue reading →

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sunshine state withers

Posted on March 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka (redux) Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—Sunshine State withers away. What I’m Reading: I dislike tanned people. They walk around with dead skin on their … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 56

Posted on March 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Signs Signifiers Semaphore Sinals It’s All Semiotics What I’m Reading: Outside, even the sun-god, dressed in this lifeas a lizard, abruptly riseson stiff legs and descends blasé toward the shadows. — Reginald Gibbons / “At Noon”

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all her ghosts

Posted on March 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Driving the Heat Dome (redux) Traveling sorts her memories.Driving to Miami sharpensher father’s voice—like acidcatalyzing in her ears boringa ragged chute to her amygdala—simultaneously black-holing her backwardand shooting her into an uncertain futurefull of Get to Know Jesus and Get Your Guns& Ammo Here billboards. … Continue reading →

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a tabasco drip

Posted on March 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Writing to the British Shipping Forecast Blues Paranoiac-critical to channel light vessel automatic—distortion to static—yankee hotel foxtrots in 3-minute fixes. I’m good—occasionally moderately—and now I have the unveiling change heebie-jeebies. The only thing constant is impermanence. And sure showers are … Continue reading →

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cleft and warble

Posted on March 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

hybrid poem via keyboard chance operations got passage recount timepresage press : bunny musculaturepolicy sets vs set accountstreble and clean cleft and warble every app has its own keyboard this is all broke down, no chance of fixin’ What I’m … Continue reading →

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from maddened machismo

Posted on March 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Pleiades, seven little goats, little eyes, seven sisters, / Subaru, pearls, hen with chicks, united. / Taken there, held, or forever running from maddened machismo, / forever unchecked — forever. — Allison Adelle Hedge … Continue reading →

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bore only pits

Posted on March 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

a dismembered day haiku soufflé and sachets—the brink of a fruitful life—which bore only pits What I’m Reading: He longs to see sparrows again,those bustling, chirruping little birdspossessed of the obstinate powerof the songless — Paul Bailey / “Missing”

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rid of meaning

Posted on March 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) [redux] Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. … Continue reading →

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a merry place

Posted on February 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

A poop pouch for a brain. A merry place to lose an eyeball or your spleen. Being splenetic is only the half of it— There is no self awareness. What I’m Reading: In Key West, the living surround the dead,who … Continue reading →

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