Category Archives: Writing

mosquitos and gnats

Posted on February 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muzzy Always the muzz of mosquitos and gnats about our heads. Blurs of barbaric pantaloons held in sanguine suasion and selective editing of those who would never fit the guidelines established by the groaning masses of under effect. Pleased to … Continue reading →

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unseen film screens

Posted on February 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lean Times When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little … Continue reading →

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a faded revolution

Posted on February 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lost I am lost… … like the grandfather who lost his leg to photochemical exposures —  cursing at a faded revolution. … like the grandmother who lost her fight with (de) mentia and her superego — cursing at her nurse about … Continue reading →

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explode all canons

Posted on February 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the IHOP… … I once had my foreskin tossed in the food processor by a moyle who didn’t know how to spell mohel. Unfortunately I was still attached to said foreskin and that’s why I’m called “French Tickler … Continue reading →

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50 million faults

Posted on February 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

plagues caused a future of fragments 50 million faults What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions / Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2017) A slim book length essay … Continue reading →

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disappear in plain sight

Posted on February 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Identity Piece in Reconstruction Now you see me now you don’t. I’m lost to myself. Even I can’t see me. Where do I come from? We came from Cuba. We came from Spain. And I can’t track my family back … Continue reading →

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someone is writing us

Posted on February 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

It’s a Family Affair I. He took off his shoes and the right pinkie was exposed — nude, malformed, and smelling like gruyere cheese from six feet away. A couple of wiry hairs arcing over the sock. She, on the … Continue reading →

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in barbaric ice

Posted on February 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on the play button above & watch my short film doppelgänger) HyperthermHaiku An atavistic blood ablution, frozen sharp, in barbaric ice. The sun sliced a cut of cold light onto his face — a bullet-dry hole. A frozen wasteland … Continue reading →

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not yet cracked

Posted on January 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mr. X Decides to Build His Dream House During what was the longest six months of my life, bedridden after a near-death experience, I could not sleep and the only thing that kept me alive was Eraserhead.  I watched that … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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