Tag Archives: Fiction

first world cavils

Posted on March 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Raft of Tires Let us go then, you and I… Like a patient… lobotomized with Trotsky’s ice-pick. Let us go, through certain half… dim back-alley Havana streets where “los gusanos” dare to meet—away from the teeth of the revolution. Let … Continue reading →

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of moving backwards

Posted on March 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tzompantli The impression was one of moving down, of moving backwards, in life… BEDROOM96 high82 wide (83 wo baseboard)24 7/8 deep from baseboard(25 w/o)-no wings-1 1/2 inch top lip6’8″ (80 inches) of rod space … they called these types of … Continue reading →

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pincers and gloves

Posted on February 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Dendritic Bolus Blues (Dream at 3:38 am) Instead of changing my shirt I changed my mind and requested a reverse baptism. Get the father son and the Laszlo Moholy Ghost outta’ my body. Get ‘em all outta’ my soul. Forthwith. … Continue reading →

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at my dreams

Posted on February 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in … Continue reading →

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air is burnt

Posted on February 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Father: Guantanamera, 2002 The sun cuts a slice of light into his head. The stellate light streams through the window and blinds him. His last word is ¡Guao! The bullet fragments in his Broca’s area and splits the infinitive … Continue reading →

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slurry of words

Posted on February 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading →

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we broke up

Posted on February 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fissure Kitty, Faun & I I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16. Fissure kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it. My fissure sunbather fuzz, with fanfare drums—from … Continue reading →

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sweep of darkness

Posted on February 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

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the old consumers

Posted on January 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

aground …our own worst enemy in this dank sepulcher—made our beds—breathe our own discharges—drunk on permafrost tundra-seeping methane—make it hot—turn the drab orange heat dome up—breath impossible—so my name is hip-priest/king bombogenesis of the waning anthropocene—a wilt-dripping planet hotter than … Continue reading →

make it ours

Posted on January 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bully Boy Racers Boy racers setIn Sevastopol—Grandiloquence& eminence—On the blur frostway line.Two, three,six,ten & o n e (last)One.Boom. Boom.Vroom. ZoomWith a tambor & villainy.Clearing out the countrySide. Who you with, sonny? WhoYou with?I’m with thee manWith the shashkaOut to strafe … Continue reading →