Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

an ossuary blooming

Posted on August 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week One of these mornings we’ll get up and the weather willbe much different and much worse. We will be momentarilyannoyed. We will not for one moment be alarmed. Weunderstand how the universe works because … Continue reading →

of vital fractures

Posted on August 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

dust-up at the sewers a jack-in-the-box of new perspectivesready and able to spew prose capes and clangthe punchbowl pronounswe prefer bamboo soloiststo instant hobble confederates call the department of vital fracturessend for the ensign of contested stuntswe got an election … Continue reading →

subsidized by us

Posted on August 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

we fade daily (tanka trio+) dollops and dogmasthe commandment zone oil wellan outdated muleout to pasture / in the drumsomething off-key this way hums all is commercial—the conifers / the lightningsponsored by exxon /flooding brought to you by shell /wildfires … Continue reading →

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superheated hands on

Posted on August 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

caught-taut & lenticular (redux) lodged in the hippocampusmired in the slipstreamof an articulated faith dashed caught-taut & lenticularin the shadow of nightmarea gesture—superheated handson the throat a child listless in mid-aira vise foreshadowingthe pine boxlowered underground beneath a viral-blood moonnight … Continue reading →

a voicemail from

Posted on August 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

I Tried to Call I just got a voicemail from Freesia Scandalmonger she was calling about the work reservoir. I am at work and when I tried to call back I got the fry detector. I called you and a … Continue reading →

a violent shake

Posted on August 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Coda: A Fall Evening (redux) The dying day teethesOn the tinny taste of bus exhaust.Eight O’ Eight roars away.Bayside shadows cast and reel back nothing.And now the toothy breezeSeizes the silver weedsWith a violent shake,And rasps the bayside clear.Distant machines … Continue reading →

restoration of sense

Posted on August 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Continental Frustrations Mango and Malefactor are aware that their bullfinch-wide jackets are taking on water. Our vermouth rubies too sanguine to make the needed replies. We apologize for this indication and indigestion. All gestures are pointless and rutting began early … Continue reading →

colonial so parochial

Posted on August 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

unfinished mutter three aliens put me in a moralist’s moodsomething drastic this way plumbs i weigh drachmas and laceratethe heavens in heaves of heat domereflected hotness two rectories are emptysmelling of fear and carnal loathingbackhander deals glisten and tinglerepeated and … Continue reading →

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of the lint

Posted on August 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness (redux) i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. … Continue reading →

unlike the scorn

Posted on August 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

splotch the score and mail dictatorgiven to distraction and destructionhis personal colonial wrapperon golden cigarettescork of bookwormand mechanical writing—automatic writing is so 1923—a pedigree of tousled hairwings and ear flapsin the buttercup of his sustained limpthe announcement of a new … Continue reading →