Tag Archives: Haiku

pink in wildfire

Posted on May 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

doldrums haiku a detuned guitarsky glows pink in wildfire smokechilly whitewashed room What I’m Reading: So we go and fear scythes us down, crying out on muddy slopes. The earth bleeds all around us. The sea is a green wall. … Continue reading →

pockmarked with stars

Posted on May 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

i exist haiku beneath the night skypockmarked with stars and sea foamuniverse — i’m here What I’m Reading: The only way to test the truth of a border is to ride hard toward it and leap-or, if circumstances demand it, … Continue reading →

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respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus) Me and my windbagBoom at a sequel center.We squawk used trumpets—Spit valves overflowing skronkLike respirators of joy. (If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be … Continue reading →

be the change

Posted on April 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unbroken Tanka The antic days drift,Unbroken, day after dayInto the ether. Decolonize your brain stem —Be the change you want to live. What I’m Reading: For years the thought of you scorched my eyeballsNow all is well under the scalding … Continue reading →

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a juvenile melophile

Posted on April 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

comfortable blandishments haiku a murmurationa juvenile melophilea twisted headpiece What I’m Reading: I always wanted to defend outposts others have already abandoned. — Werner Herzog / Every Man for Himself and God Against All

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i go blind

Posted on April 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading →

are losing time

Posted on March 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

patho-cronismos haiku ice caps disappearthe earth’s rotation slows downwe are losing time What I’m Reading: Climate change is starting to alter how humans keep time. An analysis published in Nature on 27 March has predicted that melting ice caps are … Continue reading →

can’t see me

Posted on March 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Identity Reconstruction Tanka Now you see me, nowyou don’t. I’m lost to myself.Even I can’t seeme. These are the places Ilived. This is the art I made. What I’m Reading: Some beauty is visible only when abutted by banality. Spots … Continue reading →

the savage republic

Posted on March 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

happy bitter skates (tankas+) happy bitter skateshappy bitter on the thrashbombshell linkman talkhappy bitter speaking toolreread spoonful minefield blues overlord country /lights receding / snarling curscome to take u hometo the savage republicstars and bars and truncheons black watch who … Continue reading →

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sunshine state withers

Posted on March 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka (redux) Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—Sunshine State withers away. What I’m Reading: I dislike tanned people. They walk around with dead skin on their … Continue reading →

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