Tag Archives: Fiction

crying never stopped

Posted on May 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

(Press the play button above and below to watch my short films: mother’s insides day & your mother here…) Manta Ray is All Right On the eve of her first Mother’s Day she dreamt she was trapped in the supplies … Continue reading →

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hand drawn scrawls

Posted on May 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Late Stage Pandemic Dream Robert Smith is miming one of his early music videos. It sounds like “Fire in Cairo,” but it’s not. He’s jangling his guitar at the end of a narrow white tiled hallway which you note has … Continue reading →

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a dayglo flower

Posted on May 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

I Am Deleterious to your state of mind. That’s what he said! Can you believe it? The nerve. I’ve been reading Psychology Today for forty years, and he has the temerity to insinuate such a thing. Remember how up to … Continue reading →

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holy by happenstance

Posted on May 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Scything The difficult made holy by happenstance. She was delirious, but understood she’d make the first cut soon—minutes, perhaps seconds. She recoiled imagining the pain. The rain in Maine stayed mainly in her brain. She moved—graceless—in a fog. The reaper … Continue reading →

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120 vexillologists installed (redux)

Posted on May 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

wish you were here, the insects are legion (maine version) The dust, the arid heat, the vexillologists.  None of that made any sense there.  It was a tropical rainforest last year when we booked, and the defoliation and climate change left the … Continue reading →

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i step away (redux)

Posted on May 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fall Fall. Fall, I say. She doesn’t. She stays perched on her branch. Fall, I say. She does not. This ritual—the repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no: and also with … Continue reading →

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why read signs

Posted on April 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting my own roots, for … Continue reading →

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gibby’s golden age

Posted on April 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Making the World Safe for Capitalism You play me “The Internationale” and I’ll stand and sing? Sing what? Sing the anthem? Huh … wha … anthem? Yes, it’s an anthem. I’ll stand and sing. You just play it. I don’t … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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crackle and hiss

Posted on April 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Another Record Two 33 1/3 rpm records are arguing with each other on Christmas Eve 1992. One record, Casserole by The Tinklers, cedes the polemic to the other—The Shaggs’ Philosophy of The World.  “That’s OK,” Casserole says as it spins … Continue reading →

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