Category Archives: Writing

stories are caskets

Posted on April 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The chicken truck passes with its load of small-brained misery.” — Kim Addonizio / “Kansas, 4 a.m.” “I am vulture-heavy.  
My stories are caskets filled with black feathers…” — Diane Seuss / “Folk … Continue reading →

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tranches of truncheons

Posted on April 15, 2023 by istsfor manity

Bifurcated Dialogue Amok “This is now. The last war on drugs was a war on fructification. It was fruit batty, it was fatty bruit. I fructified of the crucifix cross and I crossed my own path when I got there. … Continue reading →

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i got mine

Posted on April 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

Sumerian Script I scarify my soul in the humorless moon of a long night in a clean well lighted place—which is a bullet ridden cafe in Lesotho during a monsoon month of dust and quiet whippoorwills. I prune leafy trees … Continue reading →

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no not note

Posted on April 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

the night became an elipsis … What I’m Reading: “You look around and they are teaching CREATIVE WRITING at some university. Now they think they know how to WRITE and they are going to tell others how to. This is … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 25

Posted on April 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “As a child, when I closed my eyes to pray I saw a hissing wall of TV snow. The tighter I closed them, the harder it hissed.” — Jennifer N. Knox / “Prayer of the Shy Forest”

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of focal acuity

Posted on April 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

bad breaker service out of focal acuity paired with bad breaker service albino squirrels prevail maps and legends tupelo honey and soft shell crabs east-south-east of sopchoppy mudhoney delights What I heard today: “I didn’t know you were a mortician!” … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 24

Posted on April 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Voice of the shopping bagswhirled in the windlike a small quarrybetween its clawsto play with.” — Luis Muñoz / “Oh!”

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get born wrong

Posted on April 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “where did the poems go? what is their trouble? what kind of water is i?” — Danez Smith / “anti poetica” “Sometimes people comment on howbeautiful my solitude is and sometimes my solitude replieswith a heart.  It begins to follow the accounts of solitudesthat are half its age.” — Victoria Chang / “Grass, 1967” … Continue reading →

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caroming ball bearings

Posted on April 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

Something Chthonic (redux) I’m not feeling good about all that kyoodling outside. I think there are feral dogs and hyenas circling the house. Closing the circle ever tighter until they get in… I’m cooking up something about the male gaze, … Continue reading →

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he whispers sugarcane

Posted on April 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

at the catholic hospice (redux) my atheist father is tracing lines in the airthey’re shooting at us from the barricades, he saysit’s a half mile away and i felt the bullet fly by my headthe bastards are down from the … Continue reading →

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