Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

the red button

Posted on March 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Ah, go on. You’ll see. The future is coming and it doesn’t look good.” — Madeleine Watts / The Inland Sea

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a deficient ejaculation

Posted on March 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading →

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dumpster-bin nonchalance

Posted on March 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Self-Portrait (as the Jubjub Bird and the Frumious Bandersnatch) Down South Jocose in those dying days of Sancti Spiritus. They jostled and jointed, they foisted and hoisted, the beams up to the sky. Mountain joists of slick primer. Letters fell … Continue reading →

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in a vise

Posted on February 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

head in a vise the seventeenth electroshock a peppery taste “So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival”

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spastic and ekphrastic

Posted on February 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dollars for Dollops Blindly devote yourself to formulary Z-074. Make triplicate copies send one to me, one to Human Resources, and one to the Department of Repressive Operations. Sing, glory be! Gloriole and halo benders and everything is ordinary until … Continue reading →

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on my tuneage

Posted on February 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sometimes Unfinished Music Sometimes I am asked to clarify my position and I say I’m equidistant to roil and root. Sometimes I am asked to qualify what I mean and I say this hand is love and this hand is … Continue reading →

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was never our$

Posted on February 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

get to one hundred before you get to ten, read the relegation table, tabulate the hü hüsker something is afoot, something’s always been afoot, and lo and behold (!) after all this time something has to be done … … … Continue reading →

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purr kitty rollover

Posted on February 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Dominant Group Status Threat Conference Chankas and sassafras… I shit on the new year… You cause sensation, ugh… Tributaries of terpitude, moral and otherwise, is thankfully sullen and dullard… Yeah, I shopped at Sears junior bazaar… Falstaff … Continue reading →

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is a canker

Posted on February 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Toadeater Madness Stop thinking out of your flask, and drink-in some sense for a change. Guttural palavering bridges no connection another caring human can manage. What you say? Lickspittles to madness. Stop posturing. Your people are burning toddler’s wooden blocks … Continue reading →

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dig a pony

Posted on February 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Two of Us I just dug a pony… and dig about for blue plastic soldiers. I’m digging up around my backyard and my neighbor comes outside to see what I’m doing. We live in a duplex. I in the south … Continue reading →

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