Tag Archives: Experimental writing

about your neck

Posted on May 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

frozen albatross keep away ghostof a thousand eyesgo back to hellwhere you belongive seen your lipsmove out of sequencewith the hauntedsounds you dredge upwhy are you dragginga boat aboutyour neckthe riverwhat’s left of ittells me im too late “Be wetwith … Continue reading →

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a good waitron

Posted on May 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waiting Room Sitting in the radiology waiting room—double masked— with a handful of others assiduously avoiding eye contact. Staring into their phone screens, another mumbling through her mask something from the grocery list … make sure you don’t forget … … Continue reading →

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bloody streams incarnate

Posted on May 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Glass Eater’s Advice Agh. Agh! Don’t talk to me about bloody urine, son! There were days when I’d drink ground glass shakes and piss blood clots all day. I’d pee bloody streams incarnate! So go away with your complaints … Continue reading →

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life just saying

Posted on May 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Flea Tamer’s Lament It’s not the life of a flea tamer or flea circus operator that I strived for—but it’ll do for now. I look down on the swaying treetops—instead I see a roiling ocean—the wind hypnotic. A central air … Continue reading →

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ham-fisted smile

Posted on May 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Smellfungus The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t you? You haven’t … Continue reading →

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need an exorcism

Posted on May 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

31 Pieces of the Auto-Sedition Quilt (excerpt) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia. This is Flarf. This is Newlipo. This borders on Google-sculpting. Remove me from myself … Continue reading →

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the terminal line

Posted on May 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

structure crumbles belt buckles rain downthe devils hail there are appropriate agesfor beatings oh the father of violencered skin welts meat tumescentmeet the father terminal lines pillows protect the soft underbellyurchin turned upside down cord yanked silenceradio silence papa was … Continue reading →

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are wandering rogues

Posted on May 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required Hortensio awoke and his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was tracing … Continue reading →

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baby gongas always

Posted on May 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

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she gave him

Posted on May 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Gas He gave her gas. She gave him the schpilkes. “You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.” — Flannery O’Connor / The Violent Bear It Away

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