Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

a fanged sky

Posted on June 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait. Weight. The southern city was full of all manner of curvilinear impediments and drop-offs. It led to a vertiginous sensation she abhorred—it seemed as if the angry sky and sea wished to become one turbid space. She saw cloud … Continue reading →

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passion for rotters

Posted on June 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Meets Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many … Continue reading →

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he’s talking globular (redux)

Posted on June 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Grunt ah da HogMan Squint-eyed monochromaticon the screen of  her childhood He’s talking globular in brays and winces  A hive of astringency  in this corner of the universevoices echo   Pins and needles thighs inner thigh billabongs oxbows surgically repaired  Get away hog man get back to … Continue reading →

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a weariness settles

Posted on June 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lithiumga(u)ze What is this? I’m dizzy and there seems to be a slight scrim like muslingauze between me and everything else. Look at the sun—it’s like the fog of lithium … a weariness settles over me… my outlook is decidedly … Continue reading →

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the pleasing dread

Posted on June 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

she was cut down by the heedless sun squamata lovers blister in the sun enervated by the humidity she sensed the pleasing dread of petrichor “If the world is torn to pieces, I want to see what story I can … Continue reading →

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apropos of nothing

Posted on June 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are … Continue reading →

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ask anhedonia anyone

Posted on June 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Transience of Beauty She realized, once in the southern city a few days, she could be mindful of enjoying a moment or two—as fleeting as they were—before the drowned world. On occasion she experienced something of the transience of beauty—or … Continue reading →

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uprooted the faceless

Posted on June 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Portents & Twine The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All was a mass of confusion she wallowed in—these nascent … Continue reading →

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anthropogenic extinction event

Posted on June 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait Until She arrived in the southern city in the evening. Strange—she thought—that such a pleasant breeze off the bay should be laden with such uncomfortable humidity. The humidity was all enveloping. She especially disliked the hot sebaceous feeling she … Continue reading →

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finally had substance

Posted on June 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Payoff Her wanderlust got the best of her again, and again—she was off. This time in search of her grand existential payoff in the lands of the south—the north had only yielded infrared oceans, tidal pools, and sea urchins … Continue reading →

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