Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

author of sharps

Posted on September 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

Breaktime Time off from his seedling firebomb.A ferment.A long liquidizer, he calls it. He’s the provostof powerful concussives. Cursive clashsend-off specialist for hire. Spontaneous handicrafter and score-keeper.Author of sharps embedded in walls. The outsider poet of archangeldynamic plosives. Send youon … Continue reading →

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i wish i

Posted on September 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading →

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string of drugs

Posted on September 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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but with heave

Posted on September 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Workshopped Word I am an agglomeration of symptoms—purposefully askew and tinny.Closer to your interior benchmark—akin to brainy and quicksilver—but with HEAVE! Diffident ain’t the workshopped word you’d use,closer to big shrimp without the sea. I really don’t know what I’m … Continue reading →

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like a target

Posted on September 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SoFla Hometown Blues Sometimes you feel like a targetSometimes the memories clamp like straight jacket confinesSometimes you have to visit familySometimes it feels like home againSometimes you’d rather be anywhere else in this bent and melting worldSometimes you have to … Continue reading →

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for your safety

Posted on September 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tendril it Straight She’s gonna’ tendril it straight … but she could tell it straighter, and tendril a strategy that is easy to understand. Her words are usually turgid, garish and lurid—feel the wrath of her bombast. This may not … Continue reading →

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hope is contagious

Posted on September 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The cumulative effect of thousands of ethical actions can help to save and improve our world for future generations.” — Jane Goodall & Douglas Abrams / The Book of Hope “I am willing … Continue reading →

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greedy the image

Posted on September 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

beneath the banyan (tanka) greedy the imagereedy the voice that quaversneedy the sharp tooththat abstracts the raw terrorbeneath the fig banyan tree What I’m Reading: “… but we have seenThe moon in lonely alleys makeA grail of laughter of an … Continue reading →

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the tactless foot

Posted on September 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

State I’m In I took umbrage at the penumbra—The darkling darkening of my mood—Was it the partial eclipse of the moon?(Its waxing moony-moony face: jejune)Or was it a flaring sunspot’s craquelure of quietude? Or was it the plague?Or the fascist … Continue reading →

tchotchkes and such

Posted on September 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Don’t The hibiscus were impartial but patricide was the topic of conversation, not the usual coacktail party banter. A dragonfly drained a pistil daiquiri, while a croo of white ibis pecked at some takeaway boxes, and Lagartija Ron watched silently … Continue reading →

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