Tag Archives: Dream Notation

soft and hot

Posted on November 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire. I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen. Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. “like … Continue reading →

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expect the unexpected

Posted on November 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pockmarked … later I get flashes of grandpa with his old runners all rolled up into one giant sticky mess—balled and held together with tape… He’d talk about the high school girls he’d “teach” Bible Study to. They: all spouting … Continue reading →

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sour broiling turkey

Posted on November 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues A litter of puppies feeding in the corner of the living room. Dried shit streaked on the bathroom towels. The, too-early, Christmas tree is canted and some of the ornaments are unfurling their covers revealing the … Continue reading →

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make anything happen

Posted on November 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pumpkin Thoughtbot Dream Get it together and join up now. What are you doing for fulfillment? Do you hum “fa la la, tra lee dee” much too often, throughout the dark days, the creaking nights, and in your barren dreams? … Continue reading →

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at the off

Posted on November 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Off-News at the Off-Chance at N+7 “I would be really sad if I didn’t write. I think I would feel really purposeless and silent and depressed if I couldn’t write. I don’t know if I would be that depressed if … Continue reading →

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white bread m.o.r.

Posted on November 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bluetoothing the Novel Maple bacon cheddar pizza, I say, repeating what she just said to me. I need a snack soon, she says. A swoony-jazzy song plays like it’s 1967—remember the smarmy song playing in The Graduate when Bancroft is … Continue reading →

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flecky eyefuls jaundice

Posted on November 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

What You Said at N+15 What could I possibly say when you say (backhand): it’s you. I don’t know if you’re talking twang, talking to those radicals, or if you’re addressing me. Somehow, judging by the tonsure of your vole, … Continue reading →

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happy three to thee

Posted on November 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

huh? wha’? wha’ happened?! While I wasn’t paying attention this endeavor turned two years old, on 11/17/21, and quickly shifted into its third year of existence … Hey, hurray, harrumph! This is still: thee istsfor manity reader And this remains … Continue reading →

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the original skin

Posted on November 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Writing Us into Existence I. He took off his shoes and the right pinkie was exposed — nude, malformed, and smelling like Limburger from six feet away. A couple of wiry hairs arcing over the sock. She, on the other … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

be real, be here, get me through this turbulence please, see me in a mirror that distorts be the pain within mekeep me underscored & over-nourished please, i no longer wish to assimilate be the impulse i’d like to deterbring … Continue reading →

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