Tag Archives: Fiction

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 →

time and detuned

Posted on January 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

1985 – 2022 The indolence of stay-at-home drinking. The lack of squeeze in this bottle. Pleased to meet me—pleased to cleft myself. I clean myself in the mirror… It was sometime around 1985 and there were misdemeanors in my motherland’s … Continue reading →

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the gutter beat

Posted on January 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina pt. 2 deus in the wings, taking hits off the fog machine, directs with shakespearean aplomb deus as the hole in the sole of your quotidian shoes in the gutter beat deus as the syncopation of your … Continue reading →

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