Tag Archives: Fiction

made our ablutions

Posted on June 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

macerate the pulp

Posted on June 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

What are Fish Gills to Fishers of Men? At a remove, in a gesture, a part of a thingRepresenting the whole. What are ambivalences of texts?Polyvalencies in readings? What flows from this desireTo macerate the pulp of lifeInto a sodden … Continue reading →

subconscious knows best

Posted on June 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week A word for fearof chatbots? Scriptechxia. Forthe breed of ennui that temptspoets to query them for language? — Jen DeGregorio / “No Isms Except Neologism” The planet Earth can’t afford it. — John Brunner / … Continue reading →

finger in god

Posted on June 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

Fou! (redux) His ambition drained in a scruffof the neck twista meager remembranceof his days spent in a robe His teeth chatteringhe’s on apprenticeshipas ornithologist and taxidermist Fou!says the Pastinserting its fingerin god knows what He slogs knee deepin hummingbird anglestenuous … Continue reading →

providing soft beds

Posted on June 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

Burning Landscapes The shallow coast has migrated to higher elevationsWe live in the time of burning landscapesRainforests to savannas in two easy daysThe grand ice shelves in five easy piecesWe’re on finite time and nothing unspoolsLike priorities heavily influenced by … Continue reading →

write this way

Posted on June 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing (redux) i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with … Continue reading →

waste another year

Posted on June 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

How Soon We Forget Dance with the algorithm. Take the wheel straight into the bay. Stay just one second more and let me try to change your mind. That’s a great height to fall from the top of the bridge. … Continue reading →

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grainy pilgrims carrying

Posted on June 9, 2025 by istsfor manity

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading →

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stone inside you

Posted on June 8, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week I was reminded of something Orwell wrote about fascism in 1936: “If you pretend that it is merely an aberration which will presently pass off of its own accord, you are dreaming a dream … Continue reading →

i piston thumbed

Posted on June 7, 2025 by istsfor manity

One Afternoon (redux) (over tea) … and over textsitting two feet away from each other… she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea … Continue reading →