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wisps of blue

Posted on October 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Glossolalia : Echolalia (redux) Wrack & wreck & rookThat emprise begets another & againWe are out of time, this world not keenOn us but wishing to push us backBack to glossolalia—an echolaliaPangloss-ian & Martin-esque—The sound of a mouthful of wasps … Continue reading →

abandon all hope

Posted on October 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

purgative pejoratives operate upon mewith the can openerrender me a jaggedpiece of election meatmake my heart a hologram ringfestoon my cisgendered sexwith ringlets of onionsome states eat pets with abandon (abandon all hope) my patrimony bleedslike a curlicue fibberlet us … Continue reading →

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incubated intubated spacesuited

Posted on September 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Last Nimbus A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for the … Continue reading →

seventh planetary boundary

Posted on September 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Blue poured into summer blue,A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,The roof of the silo blazed, and I knewThat part of my life was over. — Stanley Kunitz / “End of Summer” As floodwaters … Continue reading →

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machination foreleg tactical

Posted on September 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

icy baffles fu tanka rowlock fealty fuhummingbird machinationforeleg tacticalcardinal swath anagramaqueduct nightmare fissures What I’m Reading: At the cliff of desolation I make my homeFar from the batsThe moon will not roost — Matt Broaddus / “The Answer Is Beef”

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stopping to listen

Posted on September 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Truncheons & Bathyspheres I live in a parallel universe of my own devising. I live most of my days in a dank cell, in the bowels of a vast complex of cells. I am allowed to write for fifteen minutes … Continue reading →

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leaflets of color

Posted on September 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

graphic scourges thee first woundhis intermediary explorationof synesthesiac particularityakin to visual musicor graphic scourgesfrom apparent cellular shavingshanging a pendulous doctoratedrawn directly from squints+luminous winkles+leaflets of color pawpaws made into astonishing compotes scripture filled with soaks skims +sneezes +eyewitness darkroomstarot caribous+ … Continue reading →

fruit for rotting

Posted on September 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Pocket o’ Blues (redux) Maria says posthaste when she means post-punk. It has something to do with the wiring in her head. I have a box full of letters, and she has a box full of coca leaves from her trip … Continue reading →

sharp trajectory postcard

Posted on September 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

new anesthetic warrior (haiku tercet) tenor possessionanesthetic finder dronesbreathlessly forward woodland offensive/ serviette for new retainers /circumflex ingot his fingertips zoomsharp trajectory postcardzips death from above What I’m Listening To: I could stare at the sun and sea all day … Continue reading →

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theygottagun

Posted on September 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

139 / times up 139 / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene / sure … Continue reading →