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....

in my neighborhood pt. 119

Posted on January 26, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: I am full of water but as thirst is a form of suffering, I would not wish it upon you. Instead, I will work my way through your dreaming, which I know is of endless snow fields. … Continue reading →

almost the end

Posted on January 25, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Everything is fine: a means to endurenews cycles, historic cycles, menstrual cycles. This is walking home after work,crawling into bed naked. Night, quiet with snow. I am an empty bank account.I am a pylon … Continue reading →

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unfiltered napalm nosegays

Posted on January 24, 2026 by istsfor manity

the wedlock of bath salts & sgt. orange (tanka) • mulberry stained mouth• truncheons and cigars to fear• orgasms on hate• his revulsion unfiltered• napalm nosegays in the morn’ What I’m Reading: If you ever want to feel your place … Continue reading →

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out and lost

Posted on January 23, 2026 by istsfor manity

Thumb Tapping On 19 January she wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack. I’m spiraling down depression way again. The crack has been widening and if I don’t do something to sort it … Continue reading →

have my guaguancó

Posted on January 22, 2026 by istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow (redux) I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm down. My father required it of me when I was a young boy—he broke me early and often. He was the superintendent of our crumbling … Continue reading →

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of the phosphenes

Posted on January 21, 2026 by istsfor manity

(the avatar of the atavist) the avatar of the atavistthe flange of the falangistthe love of the loveless the urea in your urinethe dread of the dreadnoughtthe mares in your nightmares these are a few of the thingsthese are a … Continue reading →

the awful offal

Posted on January 20, 2026 by istsfor manity

Box Breathing I am a stuffed ghostWithout natural breathI work on box breathing I am a scarecrowSee me waste throughout the seasonSee my headpiece fritter away Murders of crows blacken the skyHear the caw caw cacklesSee the darkness alight Smell … Continue reading →

anonymous and circumstantial

Posted on January 19, 2026 by istsfor manity

wee underhand tinker the keynotes of a deficiency with a wee underhandheighten the exertion by magnitudes of ephemerahide-and-seek the tumults of your well-worn dissolutionyour distractions are treacherous — more so in their new wrappingsyou evoke the predictable incompleteness of subaltern … Continue reading →

not above them

Posted on January 18, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A poem, while it can expose us to ourimagining selves, can also trick us into imaginingourselves as something beyond our behaviors. — Prageeta Sharma / “Friendment” I kept a picture of Stalin by … Continue reading →

window baton candy

Posted on January 17, 2026 by istsfor manity

dark work tanka briar worms for boysnab schoolfellows at dark work:hide-and-seek with ICEtruncheon and tear gas hopscotchwindow baton candy crush (y’all come back now, ya hear!) What I’m Reading: The violent confrontation that Trump craves most is the war at … Continue reading →