Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

his eyes raindrops

Posted on December 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I used to cry in a genre no one read.” — Ocean Vuong / “Nothing” / Time Is A Mother “I met my wife the old-fashioned way: on a dating app. When our … Continue reading →

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rather sick of

Posted on December 9, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dredging Up (found email) I’m not saying you did anything “wrong” but the comment about academic fangs upset me. I’m not sure how that could not be pejorative. However if that’s how I’m coming across I’d rather know so I … Continue reading →

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oppositional defiant disorder

Posted on December 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

Things I Heard Yesterday It dries up my mouth, it sucks all the moisture out of it. Do you remember last year’s medication shortage? Like a fisherman’s black boot … Celebrate the bullet. If you’re not ska, you’re dead. It’s … Continue reading →

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tongue is loosed

Posted on December 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Intractable (redux) You dreamYour tongue is loosedUpon that intractable waferGlued to the roofOf your perfidiousMouth What I’m Reading: “’The world is an illusion, and living is dreaming,’ I muttered. Yet blood runs and tears gush forth.” — Han Kang / … Continue reading →

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wink / hidden message

Posted on December 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

Trying to Decipher The Town of My Birth Sinvergüenza : ScoundrelInfundia : InfusedAborrecido : AbhorredVentura : FortuneAbatido : DespondentAnhelar : To Yearn ForSollozaba : SobbedDeleite : DelightDecreto : DecreeRecoveco : NookRechazado : RejectedGuiño : Wink / Hidden MessageEstan Agotadas Las … Continue reading →

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on the wall

Posted on December 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

(ham on the wall) ham on the wall love on the rocks blood on the tracks ain’t comin’ back (home) What I’m Reading: “She just didn’t like taking up space.Everyone occupies a certain amount of physical space according to their … Continue reading →

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doglegs and dollops

Posted on November 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Gala Doglegs and dollops—perverse agitations that might be able to help. I am alone here caring for both. My motorway—untraveled by deadbeat descendants. Emergency in stairway 4! Toffee stuck on my canines and it’s too much for me to manage. … Continue reading →

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am (probably) naughty

Posted on November 29, 2023 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 … Continue reading →

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vilest of audiences

Posted on November 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

A Caesura The congregation says: You seem to have no place to insert this enema. A simple conjuring would do, but I abjure. Dividing wallpaper between two cherubim can be such a bore. So I relent: Make two wounds, two … Continue reading →

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backlit by sun

Posted on November 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

Scabs (tanka) Why so many scabs?She asks, unsure of my face.I have been in love,I say, dark, backlit by sun.She morphs into a cloudlet. What I’m Reading: “In the evenings, we read novels in separate roomsor in the same room … Continue reading →

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