Category Archives: Writing

the gaping mouths

Posted on October 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

in my neighborhood pt. 18 What is this amerce? All is forgiven. All is lost. The pages are in the closet. All is erumpent. Lava flows from the gaping mouths of shoes. Laces ablaze. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes, I start … Continue reading →

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time my eggs

Posted on October 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Counterclockwise I’m slightly fuzzybut coiled. I’m using tape loopsto time my eggs. I’m softly focusedon passing time. the world ricochetscounterclockwise You gaze up fromunderwater— time untethered. What I’m Reading: “Something in the back of her head hurt. It was her … Continue reading →

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see my problem

Posted on October 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Some Lines from the Wednesday Personals LOOKING FOR LIVER-SHAPED COFFEE TABLES …because I thought she was excessively nasty. …large slivers of wood sticking out like knife blades…a wooden door born @ Home Depot… Do oysters die in your mouth, or … Continue reading →

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around us yipping

Posted on October 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

There Were Leeches She says to walk with her and she’ll take me to them. As we set out an animaloid—something that resembles a small and lithe hyena—runs circles around us. She seems to know this beastie. It nips at … Continue reading →

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my disco pickle

Posted on October 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Every little tilde valve, every lifted seawall, every raised house only purchases time, not a permanent fix.” — Madeline Ostrander / At Home on an Unruly Planet “XBB is a nasty little subvariant. … Continue reading →

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hard and pointillist

Posted on October 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Anathema In extremis slender fungus, milk and coffee, fun among us. What was the propellor doing in the twisty-too bar with the rudder? What’s the shakes, handbrake? In some far-off land where the Jaberwock lives, and hard and pointillist sense … Continue reading →

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of the dreams

Posted on October 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

These Were a Few of the Dreams These were a few of the images retained: The final scene is all she remembers. Massive black horses in water—a marsh, blue sky, angry cumulus darkness roiling in the distance. They need this, … Continue reading →

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the fry detector

Posted on October 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Halloween Memo @ N+14 To all respirators: This Halloween, Monday, Oct 31, respirator chipmunks will be trimaran-or-treating in the tract and the tractor houseplants. If you would like island chipmunks to labour on your dose, show off their counsels and … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 17

Posted on October 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Clack Clack Blood fall, blood meal, blood fails.There’s blood in ‘em leaves. And all the while the high heel lady goes:Clack clack clackity clack upstairs. Blood on the tracksSocks in your pants(The pockets)Sop it! That clack clack clackity clack… What … Continue reading →

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i was downgraded

Posted on October 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tardigrade Dream Ukiah Haiku Tanka Fu Dreams from another planet—I was downgraded.I’m an ancient tardigrade: Eyeless and armored,Yet kind (harmless to humans),Parthenogenic, Sharp-clawed and faceless.(Only a mother would love)…I am my mother!I float like a bathysphereThrough an ocean of pale … Continue reading →

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