Tag Archives: Collage

a shy homunculus

Posted on July 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. “In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!” … Continue reading →

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the slow-know kiss

Posted on July 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

a silver issue On July 17, 2021, Mary Arroyo wrote a cut-up poem “Burroughs/Gysin” style—based on Leonie Adams’s “Midsummer”—in her journal: star-break silver stanzas the bluebonnet hydrospherethe slow-know kissthe jewel carbuncularmy air color chambermy starbreak grassesthe spurn of the moonmy … Continue reading →

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file a writ

Posted on May 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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on hiatus post

Posted on April 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “You can make a collage on a postcard and write a poem about it.” — John Ashberry

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in your wake

Posted on March 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Haiku 32421 My heart is shrapnel — Incised, excised, in your wake — Fragments, incomplete. “My work is to believe in grace even though I don’t believe in God. To realize that all of my greatest fears are things that … Continue reading →

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the red button

Posted on March 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Ah, go on. You’ll see. The future is coming and it doesn’t look good.” — Madeleine Watts / The Inland Sea

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of hemlock breath

Posted on January 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

death stain haiku death row lights bait him guilty domed screen suicide dram of hemlock breath What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) I Hotel / Karen Tei Yamashita (2010) Sprawling novel comprised of ten … Continue reading →

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