Tag Archives: Dream Notation

wish you were

Posted on September 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

digesting stars (ukiah•tanka•haiku) the evocation of inksounding delinquentten splotches emitting sound turn on your pivotgraphite screed on a sharp pointblack holographs spreadengravers burp dark matter—speech balloons full of stardust accretion disks cutthe universe in segementswrite: wish you were here What … Continue reading →

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those stare downs

Posted on September 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

I’m Here Alone (redux) The refulgent quality of my psychopomp is only surpassed by my staring into the sun. Psychopomp? Who the hell needs to be led in? I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 41

Posted on September 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I am ashamed to keep thinking of deathas a chute that connects to the garbage. I knowI should picture it more like the pneumatic tubes at banks of the past: you put in your name and your … Continue reading →

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your moth-breath

Posted on September 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Climate change is a pandemic that we need to fight quickly. See how fast the degradation of the climate is going – I think it’s going even faster than we predicted … Everyone … Continue reading →

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basting we wilt

Posted on September 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

summer’s cooked (haiku tercets) summer recedingthe dragonflies flit awayfrom your outstretched hands the crows are loudertheir murders more numerousthey blacken the sky broiling and bastingwe wilt under the heatdomesummer’s cooked away What I’m Reading: “While somewhere outside her window,the crooked … Continue reading →

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for your soul

Posted on September 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

a … (haiku) … hotwire for your heart … nine minute drive to desire … tonic for your soul What I’m Reading: “Purgatory is dry” — Therese Estacion / “EF IV”

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short spry sharp

Posted on August 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

determinism2(squared) the lifetime of a spratespecially a gourmet spratin the baltic waters off latvia what to say?short? spry? sharp?a fishy kind of happy life? don’t askdon’t knowonce netted how tasty What I’m Reading: “I think we’re past the tipping point…” … Continue reading →

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shrapnel incised excised

Posted on August 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Haiku 32421 (redux) My heart is shrapnel —Incised, excised, in your wake —Fragments, incomplete. What I’m Reading: “i almost become vomit / resisting being / a jellied woman / mopped up” — Therese Estación / “ICU II”

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all i managed

Posted on August 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

my doctor says someone called me “brigand”all i managed my doctor says10 mg daily generic follow-upelevated total mildly abnormalslightly low long-term blood3 to 4 months never called me anything again What I’m Reading: “We live as we dream … alone.” —Joseph Conrad … Continue reading →

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throttling vile beauty

Posted on August 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

yearly phisical doctor says insecure sinecuresflesh ribbons garlic tongsolive throttling vile beautyuncorrupted debasement see ya next year What I’m Reading: “The air is of melted glass, / Solid, filling interstices” — Beatrice Ravenel / “The Hummingbird”

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