Tag Archives: Nonfiction

tongue is loosed

Posted on December 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

Intractable (redux) You dreamYour tongue is loosedUpon that intractable waferGlued to the roofOf your perfidiousMouth What I’m Reading: “’The world is an illusion, and living is dreaming,’ I muttered. Yet blood runs and tears gush forth.” — Han Kang / … Continue reading →

wink / hidden message

Posted on December 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

Trying to Decipher The Town of My Birth Sinvergüenza : ScoundrelInfundia : InfusedAborrecido : AbhorredVentura : FortuneAbatido : DespondentAnhelar : To Yearn ForSollozaba : SobbedDeleite : DelightDecreto : DecreeRecoveco : NookRechazado : RejectedGuiño : Wink / Hidden MessageEstan Agotadas Las … Continue reading →

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vibrant blue lungs

Posted on December 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

slip away we enter a dream i breathe in water + expel airthru vibrant blue lungs your face fractured and crumbling fastdark spots burst in my visionmy eyes burn you sing in rhyming coupletsfrom the bottom of a dark wellincinerating … Continue reading →

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the haunted sounds

Posted on December 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

frozen albatross (redux) keep away ghostof a thousand eyesgo back to hellwhere you belongi’ve seen your lipsmove out of sequencewith the hauntedsounds you dredge upwhy are you dragginga boat aboutyour neckthe riverwhat’s left of ittells me it’s too late What … Continue reading →

hottest year ever

Posted on December 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I’m back insidemy headwhere it’s safe” — Ocean Vuong / “Dear Peter” / Time Is A Mother “It’s always like that. Childhood makes us what we are.” — Marcial Gala / The Black … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt.52

Posted on December 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Hope. It’s powerful; it can change things. But you’ve got to put yourself in the way of it, let yourself feel it. Let the power of it lift you up. That’s what you’re doing: putting yourself in … Continue reading →

on the wall

Posted on December 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

(ham on the wall) ham on the wall love on the rocks blood on the tracks ain’t comin’ back (home) What I’m Reading: “She just didn’t like taking up space.Everyone occupies a certain amount of physical space according to their … Continue reading →

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doglegs and dollops

Posted on November 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

Gala Doglegs and dollops—perverse agitations that might be able to help. I am alone here caring for both. My motorway—untraveled by deadbeat descendants. Emergency in stairway 4! Toffee stuck on my canines and it’s too much for me to manage. … Continue reading →

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am (probably) naughty

Posted on November 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Huh? I renounce. Friend or enemy? A place “where there is no darkness?” Huh? Since thee Chump’s ketches run low, mizzen-masted abominations, out of the thick, cloudy dregs at a barrel’s wake chucked overboard, you should stand at attention. Stay … Continue reading →

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vilest of audiences

Posted on November 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

A Caesura The congregation says: You seem to have no place to insert this enema. A simple conjuring would do, but I abjure. Dividing wallpaper between two cherubim can be such a bore. So I relent: Make two wounds, two … Continue reading →