Category Archives: Writing

loses its tune

Posted on September 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iii behind me a college student tries to convince a young girl to elope the ritual of the second drink — demulcent for a moment — the argument loses its tune like a good many dinners in … Continue reading →

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of particulate love

Posted on September 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Trash Dash Trash dash on a two hour meterA ham and cheese croissant and pilferYour heart which has grown fibrous —Dry and cleansed of particulate love —Full of granular lunacy and roilingPathic are your howls as I leverageMy full weight … Continue reading →

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after every visit

Posted on September 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Distortion Poetics Distortion principle no. 1: avoid distortion. Distortion principle no. 2: defenestrate (often). Distortion principle no. 3: degauss after every visit to either of the poles. Distortion principle no. 4: cleanse fold and manipulate. Distortion principle no. 5: literature … Continue reading →

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if you insist

Posted on September 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

WriteRightRite If you insist I write at least 100 words everyday in this space, then, here goes: if I started at one hundred and started to count down until I had written another 99 words in this space then it … Continue reading →

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muted stars reappear

Posted on September 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Coda (an homage): An Indian Summer Evening The dying day teethesOn the tinny taste of bus exhaust.Eight O’ Eight roars away.Bayside shadows cast and reel back nothing.And now the toothy breezeSeizes the silver weedsWith a violent shake,And rasps the bayside … Continue reading →

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forecasts and promises

Posted on September 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iv overheard in the uzbek restaurant…wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields, too much hashthe one-upmanship sharp…peripatetic call and response about the tang and … Continue reading →

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a skeezy text

Posted on September 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Flying Fiction Fraud / Screening Nonsense from the Snow I am really obsessedwith the texture of your body So when elements of my torturedmale narcisism despair I happily fathera wonderful futurein Hades I want to write a skeezy textin … Continue reading →

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it’s hot oh

Posted on September 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

a complex of failure little saints ate beansand jesus this bodyis the whale you’re inside meyou don’t want to be it’s an ovencompletely shut intrappedhaunting meit’s hotoh my god it’s hoti’m a hard heartwheezing i’m a complex of failurehelp “The … Continue reading →

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kiss the granite

Posted on September 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Helen Hoyt / istsfor manity (1918/2021) The Office Building Helen Hoyt We kissed there in the stone entrance,In the great cool stone mouth of the building,Before it took you.We kissed under the granite arches.And then you turned and were goneAnd … Continue reading →

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fungus among us

Posted on September 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Polysemy of Text Polyvalency of Text Ambivalence of Text Mere Fungus Among Us “They drilled holes in his head, vacuumed out the blood and more words. My father was finally arrested, he turned in the rest of his words, they … Continue reading →

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