Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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poorer version of

Posted on February 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bitter Usually as a sacrilege, I stood on my head and peed into my own mouth as a chimpanzee might on bikini night promotionals. There are jobs — and then there are the odd messes of oddnesses. Working two jobs … Continue reading →

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disappear in plain sight

Posted on February 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Identity Piece in Reconstruction Now you see me now you don’t. I’m lost to myself. Even I can’t see me. Where do I come from? We came from Cuba. We came from Spain. And I can’t track my family back … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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i wish i

Posted on January 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I do not care if I am writing a poem or a letter—it is just making marks on a sheet of paper that delights and envelops me.” — Mary Ruefle / Madness, Rack, and Honey

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kick the skull (redux)

Posted on January 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waxing Indecisive I. “You think grave digging is something to be embarrassed about? Everybody needs a grave digger, son.” “I believe you father, but in these times of pestilence I feel overburdened. While the other kids play kick the skull … Continue reading →

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teenage hoodlum hoodwinker

Posted on January 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

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all happened here

Posted on January 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on play button above and watch my short film vomitus) Waiting for the Reichstag Fire (01.07.21) I’m waiting for the flood. I’m waiting. I’m hoping against deliberative hope that the storming of Congress wasn’t the prelude for the pretext … Continue reading →

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of acid words

Posted on January 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

maelstrom underneath the bed away from the maelstrom of acid words and sharp elbows it became clear my parents had no idea “Our quiet rage gives us wings, the possibility to negotiate the gears winding backwards, uniting all time.” —Patti … Continue reading →

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hmpf!

Posted on January 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“An Era of Emergencies is bearing down on us. We must now consider, for example, how to organize the last industrial extractions of oil, fresh water, natural gas, timber, metallic ores, and fish in order to ensure our own survival; … Continue reading →

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