Tag Archives: Blackout Poetry

the ostrich seeking

Posted on September 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “We think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison” — T.S. Eliot / “The Wasteland”

the wah wah

Posted on August 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

pure happenstance tanka pound hippo tamerbizarre verbal tapestryfuzzbox high steppershe stomps the wah wah pedalat the event horizon What I’m Reading: “I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’sfilled with weeds like roughcat tongues…” — Diane Seuss / “backyard … Continue reading →

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can’t step foot

Posted on August 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading →

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i’d rather not

Posted on April 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Abnegation I don’t want to.I’d rather not.Please, no.Negatory.Nah.No. What I’m Reading: “… the air around us—even where it’s clean, and smells like spring, and is filled with birds—is significantly changed. We have substantially altered the earth’s atmosphere.” — William McKibben … Continue reading →

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can’t do this

Posted on March 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

How do I manage to stay underground? Are you going to help me? Can you arrange it? I can’t do this alone. What I’m Reading: “Now I only dream in English. I do not recognize my own voice.I open my … Continue reading →

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way of disengaging

Posted on March 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

You Think It’s OK For You I’m lost without a clear linear narrative upset by temporal disjunction and chagrined by jump-cut edits. I have no way of disengaging from this nightmare. I’d just like to fall asleep. I’m certain this … Continue reading →

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with the flow

Posted on March 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 2: Circulatory bleeding we trendwith axial failureright with the flow—infrequent doses—in an effort to decreasepatientsirrespective of theirdiscrimination. a bridge to a destination gray—for whom is made 28%heart—with a system 44%time. only 9.8%decision pump. What I’m Reading: “It’s true … Continue reading →

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a passing thought

Posted on February 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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off she went

Posted on December 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Left Maria realized the more time passed the more one was alone, adrift, assailed. The only point was there was no point. Survive one more day, one more hour. There was nothing left for Maria to do but go … Continue reading →

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