Tag Archives: Nonfiction

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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keeping him dead

Posted on January 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Gun That Weighed A Ton (haiku tercets) Once, my father’s gun was proferred open-handed as proof of his love. He sat naked, wet, at the edge of the bed, said, “I didn’t, for you.” I felt horrible that I was … 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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doomscroll done take

Posted on January 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Doomscroll Blues Doomscroll done take my baby away Gotta check the cnn Gotta check the nbc Gotta check the nyt Gotta check the washpost Gotta check the bosglobe Gotta check the miaherald Gotta check the npr Gotta check the abc … Continue reading →

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rankled raffish pincers

Posted on January 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment after … Continue reading →

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got pumpkin voodoo

Posted on January 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies this is about a poet who writes bird poems — without birds appearing in the poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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