Tag Archives: Fiction

kick the skull (redux)

Posted on January 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waxing Indecisive I. “You think grave digging is something to be embarrassed about? Everybody needs a grave digger, son.” “I believe you father, but in these times of pestilence I feel overburdened. While the other kids play kick the skull … Continue reading →

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teenage hoodlum hoodwinker

Posted on January 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

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doomscroll done take

Posted on January 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Doomscroll Blues Doomscroll done take my baby away Gotta check the cnn Gotta check the nbc Gotta check the nyt Gotta check the washpost Gotta check the bosglobe Gotta check the miaherald Gotta check the npr Gotta check the abc … Continue reading →

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rankled raffish pincers

Posted on January 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment after … Continue reading →

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his destiny manifest

Posted on January 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Short Entitled Fuse … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed to … Continue reading →

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pyramid of being (redux)

Posted on January 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Parenthetically A god lost in her bathroom finds a door… (to the outside? No) She finds the door to the next life. She burns: “get back, get back to that nebula!”   Not The Steerage Type Steerage is so queer. … Continue reading →

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got pumpkin voodoo

Posted on January 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies this is about a poet who writes bird poems — without birds appearing in the poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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jack-faced and jocular

Posted on January 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pill-age Jack-faced and jocular you meant to rob your parents because you needed a shot in the arm. You’d already ransacked your grandmother’s apartment for her pain meds — her doctor wondering how one person could tolerate so many pills: … Continue reading →

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wallow in silence

Posted on January 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the John Cage Symposium Every time there is a large gap on radio or television,John Cage is paid a royalty of $4.33.This is why people sit and listen to rain.I’ll make a presumptive statement…I want to hug this … Continue reading →

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gratuitous jump-cuts

Posted on January 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Born Again I’ve been healed, but it’s going to be a rainy day tomorrow. It was revealed to me that profligacy leads to losing scrapers and brushes — and uncontrolled oven fires… or was it oven fries? I’m not sure. … Continue reading →

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