Tag Archives: Dream Notation

straight-line gash

Posted on August 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Walkman Chronicle My father disappeared into the basement in search of the wine. Lois and I stood in the vestibule staring at each other. Silence. “Oh, darling, come here. I got some schmutz on your face,” Lois said. She … Continue reading →

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abyssal in lisle

Posted on August 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Cabbaged Moon La lune jejune (y perturbada) Ghosts clogging the liminal spacesEthers from an agonal breathSleep descends Heavy Abyssal in lisle-like sheenBarbaric (without the pantaloons) “I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in … Continue reading →

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germ of everything

Posted on August 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

These Findings In the dust motes of the sea—In the rains of seeds—The germ of everything,A death blow averted. “When you paused for a poemit could reshape the dayyou had just been living.” — Naomi Shihab Nye / “Every day … Continue reading →

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hours of derision

Posted on August 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

the bully pulpit twaddle i am an american—the imprimatur of power, panache and a modicum of common sense —the mighty illegitimate master of meretriciousness—if i break ground here there is annunciation and caffeinenated twaddle—would you pass the elephantine hours of … Continue reading →

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riddles and baffles

Posted on August 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Queen Travis Meets Whit Fictions Queen Travis declaims that feculence has nothing to do in this affair. She says: “I was bequeathed a third rate hand me down in consignment and inquisitiveness—a loan from dog. I’ve got the scrabble tiles … Continue reading →

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smog has cleared

Posted on August 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pandemic Haiku 3 (redux) Smog has cleared the skyThe crows are strangely quietThe cicadas mute “This is a standard complaint of the right: the real victim is the racist who has been called a racist, not the victim of his … Continue reading →

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endless looping funhouse

Posted on August 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading →

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down on us

Posted on August 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nation of Poor Examples Daughter of incestuous Union, impress your dominion over us—for we are a nation of poor examples—we breathe freedom reckless. Breathe your plague down on us. Insist: this is a declamation of god-given right. Stop. Ask. What … Continue reading →

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boxful-o-reverie

Posted on August 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muted Video Feed Fugue No need to look at me while I write, she thinks—and what’s this mass of entropy floating next to me? It seems most people go off-camera for the writing bits, then so shall I, she said … Continue reading →

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a kiss farewell

Posted on August 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

sunset (erasure poem #8821) “The days are loud and long, and on some exhausted evenings, the simple existence of others feels like an inconvenience. Strangers invade the monasteries of our minds.” — Kristen Radtke / Seek You

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