Tag Archives: Fiction

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 →

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 →

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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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you are special

Posted on January 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Words of Advice When you hit the wall, son:Avoid obfuscation.Eschew the picayune.Think big, boy. Pray every day.Do right.Go to church.Go to work. Bypass tontines.Eat every toston that passes before you.Stay fit and sober. Do as I say. “Don’t interfere in … Continue reading →

pronounce ypres correctly

Posted on January 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Stumped Focus. Breathe. Here. Fuzzy wool strings. Lime green. Flayed solar flares encroaching empty space, like rabbit ears stumped. A loom undone. The Dardanelles. Where did that come from? Why now and here just before his interview? He knew he’d … Continue reading →

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in the shade

Posted on January 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Octopus’s Garden Mimosa tree secularity hit me in the solar plexus. Ain’t no gods going around making mimosa trees and atomic bombs in the same breath. Time and space are like the lint balls I fish out of my belly … Continue reading →

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documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 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 →