Tag Archives: Fiction

if i jaywalked

Posted on February 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

storm and wane if i jaywalkedwould you wax lyric and pornographic? you never stop writing even when you’re not writing another temporary stop gap measure to appease blank pages open carry intelligence instead of caterwauling the metonymic curve of your … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt.53

Posted on February 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Urban tumbleweed, some people call it,discarded plastic bag we see in every cityblown down the street with vagrant wind.” — Harryette Mullen / Urban Tumbleweed

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watched it spiral

Posted on February 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

January Reads in the Rearview (My micro-reviews also appear at goodreads.com) Noam Chomsky / Requiem for the American Dream Did not see the documentary this book is based on / companion to—but any Chomsky is essential Chomsky. Spot on dissection … Continue reading →

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shut your mouth

Posted on January 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foisted Fade In. Frosty flourishes of flighty fevered filigree: I’d like to foist something on you. I’d like you to meet my Id: X this is Id. Id meet X. Now what I’d like you to know first is that … Continue reading →

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see me through

Posted on January 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot … Continue reading →

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hands in fists

Posted on January 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I am not goingto rot. I will not lie down in the groundwith the cauliflower and the eggshell mushroom,and grow a fungus out of my stomachlike a foetus, my face sluicing off me … Continue reading →

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the rheumy discharges

Posted on January 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Monologue Arpeggiator (Help me) Fade In. Above the blinding flats of white screen reveries: I’m flying over anonymous calamities with a courageous lack of temerity—then falling again. I plunge with celerity. A godwit plummet after 25,000 miles. Think of the … Continue reading →

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of terminal lies

Posted on January 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

the belt buckle reign belt buckles rain downthe devil’s hailin appropriate private spaces o, father of violenceo, father of terminal lieso, father of red-hot welts i am soft underbelly pillow-protectedan urchin turned upside-downa cord-yanked silence papa was a rollin stone … Continue reading →

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ain’t got friends

Posted on January 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

coda: blindness (ise got 4) i. ise got a seven layer lenticular cloudbillowing in my skullat 8:55 amas snow slushesto puddle-pishin late januarygray ise got a bookise hatingthat i keep ploddingthrough / blindto choice / to stopping /88% of the … Continue reading →

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of rare melancholy

Posted on January 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

black bile … (ise #3) preface to the absent lavationhostage letters: guidelinesfor burning atrabilious simulacrum 2024 i. ise got saturn on my printerspavined upturnedand obtuse ise got masscult extenderslike foam we’re #1 fingersicy-topes of someother half-life ii. don’t harvest ice … Continue reading →

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