Tag Archives: Dream Notation

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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browns & withers

Posted on August 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Driving the Heat Dome Traveling sorts her memories.Driving to Miami sharpensher father’s voice—like acidcatalyzing in her ears boringa ragged chute to her amygdala—simultaneously black-holing her backwardand shooting her into an uncertain futurefull of Get to Know Jesus and Get Your … Continue reading →

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she feels better

Posted on August 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fear (haiku) The Fear Contagion:Taking Control. Stockpiling.She feels better now. What I’m Reading: “. . . Violence is done and historyrecords it. Gold ruins us. Men ruin us.” — Ada Limón / “How We See Each Other”

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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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beyond anyone’s control

Posted on August 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Reading this book reminded me of watching a cat lick a dog’s eye goo.” — Dwight Garner, review of Jared Kushner’s Breaking History / The New York Times “She attaches her gaze to … 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 →

ecstatic in static

Posted on August 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … 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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