Tag Archives: Experimental writing

bay leaf bazaars

Posted on March 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

it’s here the modified claim it should say zero file an amended excuse for lethargy i’m subverting the judge’s luncheon by torpedo you laugh like a wimple wearing super coquette leave me alone in my misery and lack of awareness … Continue reading →

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a foreboding step

Posted on March 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Circumlocution The snow turns to slush, Overnight a sheath of ice, A foreboding step. A death threat in Denmark Over the telephone and emails The children should all be killed Using a bolt pistol then skinned And fed to the … Continue reading →

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i remain ungainly

Posted on March 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Attitudinize I am awkward in appearance. A sea oat blown near-horizontal. I will grow this beard as long as I want. I doomscroll as a default setting. I get excited when the gales cause these walls to creak. My minions … Continue reading →

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are these silverfish

Posted on March 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Questions Unanswered Yesterday What side effects should I expect tonight? Really? Seriously? Today? What is this filth? What are the chances we become an intelligent and empathetic country? Is this a poem or a story? Where are these silverfish coming … Continue reading →

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thundered by wasps

Posted on March 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

“the first time I was othered I was still in the womb breaking in my naming–“ — Mahtem Shiferraw / “Blood and Bones”

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the red button

Posted on March 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Ah, go on. You’ll see. The future is coming and it doesn’t look good.” — Madeleine Watts / The Inland Sea

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the terminal point (redux)

Posted on March 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

What Ails You? “Mama? What’s a welkin? Is that like a pickle?” “No, dear. It’s the vault of the sky. The firmament, you know?” “Is that like something permanent, Ma? “No… It’s Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan!” The clouds part and … Continue reading →

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a deficient ejaculation

Posted on March 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading →

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dumpster-bin nonchalance

Posted on March 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Self-Portrait (as the Jubjub Bird and the Frumious Bandersnatch) Down South Jocose in those dying days of Sancti Spiritus. They jostled and jointed, they foisted and hoisted, the beams up to the sky. Mountain joists of slick primer. Letters fell … Continue reading →

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in a vise

Posted on February 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

head in a vise the seventeenth electroshock a peppery taste “So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival”

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