Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

toothy bride-to-be

Posted on December 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

coda : ouroboros / n+1 thru n+15 … the dying day teethes on the tin tautology of exiles eight o’ eight rogues away bayside shambles catacomb the toothy bride-to-be seizes the singed week with violent shanks & ratters the bayside … Continue reading →

who no one

Posted on December 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Dry Descent (redux) He hears a cry—the lamentation of a dying man. He turns, strains, to see. Who? No one. He staggers on scree and falls heavy on his back; his poles useless after two thousand miles. The sky … Continue reading →

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the word piles

Posted on November 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies (redux) this is about a poet who writes bird poems —without birds appearing in said poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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chop my sincerity

Posted on November 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Google-Sculpting Metalepsis This is not a planet you want to be on, trying to make sequin of the ineffable. Try the bipedalon,cedar straightaways sprinkle my flaymaker. This is not a planet you want to be on, layering the burrs on … Continue reading →

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florins for eyewear

Posted on November 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Last Nimbus A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for the … Continue reading →

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soft and hot

Posted on November 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire. I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen. Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. “like … Continue reading →

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expect the unexpected

Posted on November 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pockmarked … later I get flashes of grandpa with his old runners all rolled up into one giant sticky mess—balled and held together with tape… He’d talk about the high school girls he’d “teach” Bible Study to. They: all spouting … Continue reading →

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sour broiling turkey

Posted on November 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues A litter of puppies feeding in the corner of the living room. Dried shit streaked on the bathroom towels. The, too-early, Christmas tree is canted and some of the ornaments are unfurling their covers revealing the … Continue reading →

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make anything happen

Posted on November 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pumpkin Thoughtbot Dream Get it together and join up now. What are you doing for fulfillment? Do you hum “fa la la, tra lee dee” much too often, throughout the dark days, the creaking nights, and in your barren dreams? … Continue reading →

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at the off

Posted on November 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Off-News at the Off-Chance at N+7 “I would be really sad if I didn’t write. I think I would feel really purposeless and silent and depressed if I couldn’t write. I don’t know if I would be that depressed if … Continue reading →

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