Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

minute of elation

Posted on January 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Seafood City, Very Pretty Fade In. The violet sky suffused with a borealis green at the horizon line, and where a dark lake should be I find instead a crumpled piece of black construction paper. But how did they get … Continue reading →

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sucked the tech

Posted on July 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

A DREAM: I punctured the left rear tire on the road from Boston to Buffalo … When the tire tech at Tanguy’s Tire Emporium tried to plug the hole all manner of cavorting beasties escaped from that dark tube: elephantine … Continue reading →

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a convicted shiitake

Posted on July 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The 10¥ Marketplace (an N+7 Courtroom Drama) A savant mushroom with a seedy past in Africa discovers that its worst fears have come true. An artisanal clutch of gourmands are out to ambush — deracinate, tear and shred. There are … Continue reading →

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a floating shadow

Posted on November 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading →

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trash and food

Posted on October 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “…and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.” — Charles Bukowski / Notes of a Dirty Old Man “When I lace my boots, before stepping … Continue reading →

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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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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 →

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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please call me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Apologia Sine Qua Pfft! (2016 Found Email in Trash Folder) Dear Chunky, What in the hell has happened to the Dictionary.com word of the day email. Why is it suddenly festooned with all these “Jail Hillary” ads and links to … Continue reading →

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