Tag Archives: Ghosts

saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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it’s awful offal

Posted on July 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading →

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living hard pain

Posted on April 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout poem with short film / press play above) Final List Electric bedroom New witch Add wall next to track Wedge or arc Change entry Too damaged by Change We want to keep them at … Continue reading →

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