Tag Archives: Creative Writing

and you say

Posted on November 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

of fighting unhappiness

Posted on November 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with empathy. … Continue reading →

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our drooping marigolds

Posted on November 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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gonna lay down

Posted on November 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

I Once Was Lost (redux) He first sang a song called “Brave New Defalcation Rocket.” I had no idea what he was on about — a caterwaul that passed for singing, I suppose. He desultorily strummed on an electric ukulele, … Continue reading →

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a kind thought

Posted on November 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty chainsaw … Continue reading →

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cudding for the cuddling

Posted on October 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between … Continue reading →

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did you know

Posted on October 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

brave new defalcation rocket 2 did you know?the year meaning diedthe last alliterativecommentator complainedkin is redundantavoid relatives “The moon of every night is not the moonThat the first Adam saw.The centuriesOf human wakefulness have left it brimmingWith ancient tears.” — … Continue reading →

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guesstimate and plannify

Posted on October 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Poor Clockface Bradbury Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable clock … Continue reading →

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shot by booster

Posted on October 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Booster Shot Tanka Man shot by booster—Fever dreams / sleep of reason—Cavorting beastiesCourse through a body derailed:A self-styled auto-da-fé. “Anything a writer says about their work is outside the work, a stranger to it. It’s a different language. It’s almost … Continue reading →

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your curls frizz

Posted on October 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading →

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