Tag Archives: Experimental something

rag and bone

Posted on June 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading →

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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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again & again

Posted on June 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Words Failed Her Time & Time Again & Again “Who killed the pork chops? / What price bananas? / Are you my Angel?” — Allen Ginsberg / “A Supermarket in California”

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the world ascended

Posted on June 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading →

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am a visionary

Posted on June 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

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wire weevil wonder wye

Posted on June 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effusion Confusion (SoFla Stork Version) A reverential moment passed unheeded—Post-diluvian effluvium—Forced to move aphantasicWire weevil wonder wyeTilak-covered blind third eye She rages wild at seeingA world bereft of meaningMuddle-mucking in the southTrapped so near the grinder’s mouthWire weevil wonder wye … Continue reading →

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felt unalterably stupid

Posted on June 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Life After She woke up dumber in the new southern town than she had been in her northern home the last time she fell asleep. The intellectual disparity over those few sleepless days was astounding, many folks would later say: … Continue reading →

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a fanged sky

Posted on June 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait. Weight. The southern city was full of all manner of curvilinear impediments and drop-offs. It led to a vertiginous sensation she abhorred—it seemed as if the angry sky and sea wished to become one turbid space. She saw cloud … Continue reading →

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passion for rotters

Posted on June 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Meets Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many … Continue reading →

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he’s talking globular (redux)

Posted on June 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Grunt ah da HogMan Squint-eyed monochromaticon the screen of  her childhood He’s talking globular in brays and winces  A hive of astringency  in this corner of the universevoices echo   Pins and needles thighs inner thigh billabongs oxbows surgically repaired  Get away hog man get back to … Continue reading →

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