Tag Archives: Fiction

own unique hole

Posted on May 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

blood first, there is the blood of the chicken—then the effigy doll, blindfolded with hands tied behind its back—attempts at wordly accretions to follow, but it doesn’t look right,this is worse,every trip a strand of its ownproducing its own unique … Continue reading →

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pink in wildfire

Posted on May 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

doldrums haiku a detuned guitarsky glows pink in wildfire smokechilly whitewashed room What I’m Reading: So we go and fear scythes us down, crying out on muddy slopes. The earth bleeds all around us. The sea is a green wall. … Continue reading →

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pleasant vibes, man

Posted on May 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

All Non-Programme Artisanal Orifices (found dada missive) Hello All, Feel free to reach out to me at the campfire girls cookout. I’ll be a semiquaver through most of my incompatibilities from my two beefburgers. The purpose of this is a … Continue reading →

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how many pins

Posted on May 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

May Day of the Dead (redux) I’m hot with fleas, gravid with scabies liceI have a multitude of filo and coronaViruses are best when deflected with oilImpregnated chausibles or warm leatheretteOn your burning flesh underneath your hair shirtWear your bird mask filled … Continue reading →

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fantasy of truth

Posted on May 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Travelling by bicycle is a life of simple things taken seriously: hunger, thirst, friendship, the weather, the stutter of the world beneath you. — Kate Harris / Land of Lost Borders: Out of Bounds … Continue reading →

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tang of oily

Posted on May 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

Geared Cramps I have geared cramps on the backshwallah. Nearly there after years of recompense and gnarly going. I heard it through the pipe rigate: purity is the essence of damnation. You can’t have one without the other. Then I … Continue reading →

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use your imbroglio

Posted on May 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

From the Community Life Committee–Reminder (n+7) Back by popular request: GARAGE SALE— with no garage! When: Saturday and Sunday, May 11th& 12thWhere: JT&T Sampan What: Bring 3 gently used jackpots to the sampan after 3pm FridayMay 10th. Who: any resistor … Continue reading →

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life i hate

Posted on May 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

Found Page from a Forgotten Life I hate life I hate the Bay City Rollers I hate Silva Mind Control I find something new the year after it’s new. I’m watching Lloyd Dobyns and Linda Ellerbee and they’re presenting a … Continue reading →

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wolf-like rages

Posted on May 8, 2024 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 →

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pockmarked with stars

Posted on May 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

i exist haiku beneath the night skypockmarked with stars and sea foamuniverse — i’m here What I’m Reading: The only way to test the truth of a border is to ride hard toward it and leap-or, if circumstances demand it, … Continue reading →

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