Tag Archives: Ghosts

of the fiends

Posted on December 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Nightmare Erasures “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is roaming all over, trying to make connections.” — Mary Ruefle / … Continue reading →

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breathe, just be

Posted on December 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

First Day of Winter This is what winter looked like in the southern city which was once her home town. She’d forgotten the mild summer days that passed for winter down by the sea in a southern clime. There was … Continue reading →

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out of mind

Posted on December 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Step Forward Maria considered the storm clouds occluding the southern sun. She could not obliterate what had happened to her before, but she was dead set on changing her course forward, despite returning to her home town. She swallowed … Continue reading →

calling her again

Posted on December 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Unspools Maria heard the sirens calling her again to her home town by the sea. Another trek the length of the country was in order at the height of the plague years. Who in their right mind does this? She … Continue reading →

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fate was fatal

Posted on December 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading →

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a kind thought

Posted on November 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty chainsaw … Continue reading →

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your curls frizz

Posted on October 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading →

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like the egg

Posted on October 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

“So I’m interested in where love goes awry or where people use violence as an excuse for love. And I’m interested in seeing how that comes out in my poems, because it’s where I can keep asking myself questions.” — … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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cold and liminal

Posted on August 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ossuary (Haiku) Ossuary hall—A muzz of dry voices rasp—Cold and liminal. “The garden’s lilies have started to rotSo who is the corpse being carried from the house” — Guillaume Apollinaire / “The Lady”

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