Tag Archives: Dada

the room full

Posted on August 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “My kind of Sunday, your kneesbuffalo and kicking up plains.” — Arisa White / “Curious and Counting”

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the swish sultanas

Posted on August 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Penumbra Heart You brought a felon backbone to the party. You panned the bouffant directory to the leftspeakers and no longer backclothed the swish sultanas. You are indecent with your handcart ducklings, dripping wet florins, and praise-wet stampedes—your sister-in-law dirging … Continue reading →

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of a post

Posted on August 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

going to florida i didnt stop thinkingi just stopped writing for the daybefore my mind caught windof my lack of a post so i went to florida—or i planned on goingto florida— and all i got were these . . … Continue reading →

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the wah wah

Posted on August 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

pure happenstance tanka pound hippo tamerbizarre verbal tapestryfuzzbox high steppershe stomps the wah wah pedalat the event horizon What I’m Reading: “I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’sfilled with weeds like roughcat tongues…” — Diane Seuss / “backyard … Continue reading →

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rhyme schemes rhizome

Posted on August 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

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cuban missile synapses

Posted on August 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Five Gripe Rant Fu Helicopter-Nixon peace signs Semaphore breeze hurricane warnings Tinnitus tone trance dances Loudmouth Cuban missile synapses Frozen cow’s heart aura cleanses What I’m Reading: “I was a flurry of atoms.I was a disassembled spark.I desired impression.” — … Continue reading →

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cracked a book

Posted on August 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading →

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shapes are terrifying

Posted on August 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading →

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key of thee

Posted on August 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

gas-smith glassmith life in the key of thee(the god clears his throat)a fine fissure appeared overnightyou left a paper trail(please do not touch the glass)you smudged the fossil recordyou mar everythingyou consider What I’m Reading: “It’s cold today so the … Continue reading →

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hot wattle thing

Posted on August 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

13 Ways of Looking at a Jabberwockbird 1A hot wattle thing of the new wave—a heel trestle tactician of new sex. 2A treble tabernacle template … condolences! 3Heathen tree table temple—tinplated condom. 4The hot new textile and treetop heating tableau … Continue reading →

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