Tag Archives: Creative Writing

in my neighborhood

Posted on July 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

duress administered & duress received the viridium-iridium dry cry listening to silence is, in itself, listening to something “To resist in place is to make oneself into a shape that cannot so easily be appropriated by a capitalist value system.” … Continue reading →

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all our days

Posted on July 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

timbre in rasp flat year after yearwe drag our corpses with usall our days numberedall our daysall ourall “Here all is strange.” — Samuel Beckett / Happy Days

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breath is superfluous

Posted on July 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dilettante & Deliquesce I am relinquishing shallow pursuitsI’m building a life off the gridI will emit no carbonBreath is superfluousMeat is murderGluten-free mac and faux-cheese, pleaseDrill, baby, drillBury me in a hole up to my neckPress the eject and turn … Continue reading →

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chimera at best

Posted on July 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effulgence Hangover O, rain your sparkle down on meFor we have flogged the glitter horse dead. There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—A monticule of monstrous greed & desire. So celebrate & canker me this, old man:Where do we go … Continue reading →

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dead gossamer words

Posted on July 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

3/5 x 7/4 Haiku RedWhiteBlue idealsForged in dead gossamer wordsThree/fifths of a sin “Every nation is scared of the truth of what they have done to others.” — Charles Simic / The Monster Loves His Labyrinth

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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a cloacal flow

Posted on July 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(from empty bedchambers) from empty bedchambersthe former leader speaksa cloacal flow “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez / Memories of My … Continue reading →

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accretion disk keen

Posted on June 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Entropy Schmentropy She was crowned Queen of the Universe The Anti-Christ teetered at the edge of the balance beamon the cusp of spacetime A crowd gathered on the accretion disk keenfor a victor The supergiant elliptical galaxy IC 1101 was … Continue reading →

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blood and betrayal

Posted on June 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

case #63 (redux) if i jaywalkedwould you wax lyric and macrophagic? a stay at home order is extendedyou never stop writing even when you’re not writingviral loads and virtual loafsyou don’t post when there’s another temporary stop gap to appease … Continue reading →

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scrofulous and desiccate

Posted on June 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Said She said to herself: Thanks for renting a space in this life. Despite the scrofulous and desiccate in life you stayed around to witness the swirling swallows above, and their reflected pantomime in the water below—a whirlwind of … Continue reading →

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