Tag Archives: Nonfiction

hands in fists

Posted on January 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I am not goingto rot. I will not lie down in the groundwith the cauliflower and the eggshell mushroom,and grow a fungus out of my stomachlike a foetus, my face sluicing off me … Continue reading →

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of terminal lies

Posted on January 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

the belt buckle reign belt buckles rain downthe devil’s hailin appropriate private spaces o, father of violenceo, father of terminal lieso, father of red-hot welts i am soft underbelly pillow-protectedan urchin turned upside-downa cord-yanked silence papa was a rollin stone … Continue reading →

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ain’t got friends

Posted on January 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

coda: blindness (ise got 4) i. ise got a seven layer lenticular cloudbillowing in my skullat 8:55 amas snow slushesto puddle-pishin late januarygray ise got a bookise hatingthat i keep ploddingthrough / blindto choice / to stopping /88% of the … Continue reading →

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inability to adapt

Posted on January 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I’m not into resolutions—though I understand why people like them. Every revolution of a circle brings with it something like another chance to step into our own stories differently. It’s also true every … Continue reading →

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exactly eggs-actley

Posted on January 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

cut-up 01062024 Me, ya’ sure.fade into man and woman, see the words into headsWhere violet leaves ain’twhere next, you know, mouth without teeth nightmare? You hate a lot of it TALLdegenerate and faithless City is a dog, prison is a … Continue reading →

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a good hate

Posted on January 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “All your life you’ve been asleep, all of us sleeping and now the great waking begins.” — Paul Lynch / Prophet Song “This part of the ritual was always a release. Everyone relaxed … Continue reading →

minute of elation

Posted on January 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Seafood City, Very Pretty Fade In. The violet sky suffused with a borealis green at the horizon line, and where a dark lake should be I find instead a crumpled piece of black construction paper. But how did they get … Continue reading →

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humans are dumb

Posted on January 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

In Silver Lamé Petunia has a dream where she hides in her sister’s basement while her sister conducts a clandestine revolutionary meeting upstairs in the newly remodeled kitchen. Che Guevara and the Symbionese Liberation Army are in attendance. Hot chocolate … Continue reading →

please sister please

Posted on January 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Madcap Rasps She spills a cup of lukewarm spasmodic hate on the splotchy record cover. A monocle of Earl floats on The Madcap Laughs, and catches a waver of dim sunlight. This is the stuff of irritation. This is … Continue reading →

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seven blisters smooth

Posted on January 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Echo Elegy (Tanka) We bleed salt and ice—Mournful echoes of glaciers—Seven sunburns deep,We lance seven blisters smooth:Heat domes in the skin-light dawn. What I’m Reading: “And if the urgency of a subject were indeed a criterion of its seriousness, then, … Continue reading →

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