Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

every violent binge

Posted on November 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

every violent binge dear citizen— uncover your dusty radiosyou are two billfolds shy and your locutions are brokenin the froth of the bulldozer black and yellow cysts, and marshmallow wheat sideswipes remainthere’s too much red in the blue skyyour wheels … Continue reading →

leave this planet

Posted on November 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

Get Your Head Correct I’ve got the blues: rhythm & write, political fuckery & objectionable calcification of the non-ossifiable and the non-frangible—that, in turns is un-mistakable in the homeostatic running of a life. No. No strife, nothing classifiable as such … Continue reading →

but i’m not

Posted on November 18, 2025 by istsfor manity

13 Ways of Looking at a Thief (Cue music…) “… Are you such a dreamerTo put the world to rights?I’ll stay home foreverWhere two and two always makes a five I’ll lay down the tracksSandbag and hideJanuary has April showersAnd … Continue reading →

of crusty nostalgia

Posted on November 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

6 going on 7 So this tiny endeavor that started as a writing lark — really as an assignment for a Creativity Lab class — went feral, all those years ago, and turned six years old today! And herewith begins … Continue reading →

the word “patriot”

Posted on November 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Even in our darkest imaginations, no one could have conceived of Gaza’s streets littered with the decomposing bodies and skeletal remains of our loved ones; that stray dogs and cats would be filmed feasting … Continue reading →

a grim tangerine

Posted on November 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Shadowplay / Nightmare Thrum This grim tangerinebruised by daylight.This grim brinkmanshipmasking in its own eyeteeth.You rock adrift.A lover wrapped in muslin,caught in the sleeper sofa’s hush.Lichtenberg figures fillet your back,branching like bright frost. Shadowplay. Despite the pessimism,the taxing of thornbacksand … Continue reading →

nothing but blues

Posted on November 14, 2025 by istsfor manity

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot of SM-N900V’s … Continue reading →

you must choose

Posted on November 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

Huh? I renounce. Friend or enemy? A place “where there is no darkness?” Huh? Since thee Chump’s ketches run low, mizzen-masted abominations, out of the thick, cloudy dregs at a barrel’s wake chucked overboard, you should stand at attention. Stay attached to … Continue reading →

frozen iguana falling

Posted on November 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

falling tanka so cold i’m like afrozen iguana fallingfrom a palm tree trunk i almost look like a brancha sign of weather whiplash? What I’m Reading: You are placed in landscape, you are placed in time. But, within that, there’s … Continue reading →

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i’m going away

Posted on November 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

My Story / Your Story (an inexquisite corpse) Mine I am nothing but decay. A vessel for soft and hard drinking. A Celsius. An Ascent. Grain alcohol. The descent of man — an ascendancy of brimstone and vitriol. This is … Continue reading →