Tag Archives: Nonfiction

obelisk as phallus

Posted on July 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Shot (tanka +) McKinley was shotIn Buffalo—but not here—This spot was chosenTo honor the president.The obelisk as phallus— (To the evil that men do) What I’m Reading: … Too high for most of us with “the rocketsred glare” and then … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 71

Posted on July 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: the meek do inherit the earth only after the newworld becomes the old country with no pot to piss in — Alison C. Rollins / “[American Journal]”

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hats and streamers

Posted on July 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

the listing ship The Puppet Pastiche Community is excited to announce our 4th of July Idiosyncrasy: Indemnification Creepy Creditor Party on Thursday July 4th, from 1-5pm in the lockup. Get your Lifeboats! This one’s a loss. But even the Greeks, … Continue reading →

anywhere but here

Posted on July 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

removed tanka a man didn’t fit—i witnessed the full measure—his limbs were removed,and mailed in an envelopethat read: anywhere but here. What I’m Reading: Vivid memories that flash into the mind’s eye might be made in the primary visual cortex, … Continue reading →

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a tin ear

Posted on July 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Tyranny of the Blank Page (redux) I have well trod ways of going off the rails. I have multifoliate multivariances and polyvalencies of texts. I have Brakhage films and John Cage bubblegum. I’m gonna chew chew chew ’til my … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 70

Posted on July 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: i am fated to bear it alone. ecce textus:one morning i left my house to wander city streets — Kęstutis Navakas / “One Morning”

make it stop

Posted on June 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Poetry does not prevent massacres. It cannot undo bombs, snipers’ bullets, mass starvation, sickness. — Trish Salah / “about this poem” / poem-a-day The frequency at which extreme fires occur around the world has … Continue reading →

wheel… a wheel

Posted on June 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

a bike ride (tanka+) what’s in a bike ride?all of life, if you allow—i’m a wheel … a wheel …syracuse to buffalobuffalo to albany (a wheel… a wheel… a wheel… a wheel) What I’m Reading: Mural mania is sweeping across … Continue reading →

bark or froth

Posted on June 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Providential (redux) This town provides: Mothers smile and say hello, Fathers hit fungo to their sons,Families rally around the flag,White picket fences keep others out, Ambulances cruise & never use sirens,Dogs never bark or froth,Pigeons align themselves from pole to pole— On electrified wires. … Continue reading →

do we care

Posted on June 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

CHEER UP … … the earth is burning to a crisp as it simultaneously floods with water undrinkable … … election season is upon us … … the planet’s little wars are joining hands … … i got mine, now … Continue reading →