Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

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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the pleasing dread

Posted on June 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

she was cut down by the heedless sun squamata lovers blister in the sun enervated by the humidity she sensed the pleasing dread of petrichor “If the world is torn to pieces, I want to see what story I can … 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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