Tag Archives: Creative Writing

a thunderous welcome

Posted on July 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading →

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son of violence

Posted on July 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

I was a jackanapes in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre, the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled:a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho shot off his own nose.My … Continue reading →

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in hype city

Posted on July 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hormone Brouhaha in Hype City Pleas go unheeded Plaster of Paris casts are discarded Pantunflas and precocity are abstracted in medical journals “Unblock Party: When you’re having trouble thinking of new ideas, go to one of your old ideas and … Continue reading →

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a grey mist

Posted on July 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

grey mist haiku the midday sun fadesa grey mist blurs the green hillsthe world disappears “Your best days are sometimes those when you end up with less on the page than when you started.” — Hilary Mantel / “How Writers … Continue reading →

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pierced her medulla

Posted on July 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading →

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by that apparition

Posted on July 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

the apparition On 07.23.21 Mary was unable to write much, haunted and paralyzed by that apparition all those years ago—now making residence again somewhere deep in her mind. She had a day full of distrait, disinhibition, and discountenance—deliberate and unseen. … Continue reading →

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you may return

Posted on July 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

this lacks a titlethere are no words in bold to be found hereit’s disjointed and attenuatedthere’s distortion to staticdon’t panicit’s all under control thought many(but said no one ever) this writing lacks images no ideas but in things(said a wise … Continue reading →

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it’s awful offal

Posted on July 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading →

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no one ever escapes

Posted on July 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

on 07/20/21 Mary made this collage in her journal… If properly designed the machine will kill and photograph us simultaneously. It could be a best seller! Oh, the schadenfreude we’ll feel the day a billionaire blows himself up rocketing toward … Continue reading →

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the imminent dissolve

Posted on July 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Flash Cut Before the Imminent Dissolve Mary has a budget of eleven nails—She scores her shy puppetOn a cross that revolves on the ceiling fan—In her austere grey room. “Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the … Continue reading →

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