Tag Archives: Experimental writing

flarf foo for

Posted on August 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

flarf foo for henri (clerisy pleurisy) a mourning veil a thin membrane a condolence card pulped in rain the literati daisy chaina bottle of cloven-foot skronk hear the krang of the washtubthe whiddle of the fiddle a simple onetwothree wheezei … Continue reading →

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annealed

Posted on August 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.” — … Continue reading →

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we are refluxing

Posted on August 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Abecedarian: The Qua of Qui Allow me to tell you—as of the who—a liturgy of finely grained righteousness cleansed, folded and articulated: Bestial birth canals and unguents squeezed from bodies now desiccated— Concupiscent casuistry led us to our troubles Delineated … 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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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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dissolution was set

Posted on August 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream of Fire My husband dreamt the sheets were on fire, and I wouldn’t come in the bedroom. He called and called for me, but I would not come. When I finally walked in he asked, why didn’t you come? … Continue reading →

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