Tag Archives: Nonfiction

tongue that withers

Posted on February 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

native tongue haiku a tongue that withers—my native tongue sent packing—hegemonic curse. What I’m Reading: the walls of my voice, pronounce meAshamedso I bury my native tonguebeneath a borrowed one — Kathy Jetn̄il-Kijiner / “On the Couch with Būbū Neien” … Continue reading →

sieves for dinner

Posted on February 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

a stipulation of daffodil testaments the two avant-gardesgardens of impassioned afterimagestwo claps for toe taps and mushroom capsi propose sieves for dinneri propose we clamber on gravestonesthere are captious eucalyptus there rescindingnext year’s ready to wear linei’ve seen the theoretical … Continue reading →

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something spectacular now

Posted on February 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Phosphene Dream (redux) He produced phosphenes that smelled of mandarin oranges — a strange synesthetic effect that followed the orange-rimmed yellow spots that exploded in his closed-eye vision. He thought this was an improvement on the phosphenes of his youth … Continue reading →

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in carjacked country

Posted on February 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week Words float up the stairs like so many childhood letter magnets. Endgame, civilization, catastrophe, humanitarian. — Megan Hunter / The End We Start From Those who witness extreme social collapse at first hand … Continue reading →

stack of tsundoku

Posted on February 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

tsundoku haiku stack of tsundokutowers leaning out of timeso much potential What I’m Reading: Any chance they get, my dreams unfurl in their allotted small space. They are origami, they are Japanese pod hotels. They fit it all in. — … Continue reading →

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your goalkeeper stilettos

Posted on February 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

Stay Home Tarnish your creativity. Spout rejoinders on repeat and impress your casual acquaintances during cocktail circles. Piddle about in aimless banter. Don’t glow, but please wear your goalkeeper stilettos and your mattock face. Speak in errant arpeggios—say much: mean … Continue reading →

fingernail has purchase

Posted on February 15, 2024 by istsfor manity

obscurantist and mud heart he presents alienation — charities, cleavages, chimeras and ramifications her winger where the finch was showered and dubbed in the larch that cannot be read today they receive a seminal matchbox in aubergine and reveries his … Continue reading →

we have leaks

Posted on February 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

Hypnopompic Chronicle (redux) Traffic outside. Snow and garish colors swirl. Shattering glass above our heads. The cat runs from underneath the bed and stands sentry below the window. Crunching glass at the top of the window behind the blinds. A … Continue reading →

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flashes of white

Posted on February 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

Limitation Monologue (tanka•tanka•envoi) Do you drool and mouseIn unauthorized likeness?Do you firebrick, too?You wisecrack and oscillateIn diacritics and wine. You have silkworms here:Dialectics and dashes,Flashes of white limbs.What did you bury last fall?Why does this corpse sprout and bloom? I … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 54

Posted on February 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Moon and starsCannot resolveThe abyss. — Dambudzo Marechera / Black Sunlight

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