Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

fall in reverse

Posted on April 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

derecho haiku derecho blows inlike a spastic jumping beanleaves fall in reverse What I’m Reading: “I write, that’s for sure.Death, from the other side,is levitating.” — Melissa Sauma / “Reminiscence”

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new found vision

Posted on April 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Lay Hands She woke up desirous of having acute control of mise en scène. She wanted to become a film director / cinematographer, and to live a future of more linearity and clarity. That night she explained her new found … Continue reading →

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move my pen

Posted on April 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Loudmouth What can I offer? A warring world where life is bereft of meaning. Father on an amphetamine-fueled jag. Mother, a dark figure, a smoke-like wraith moving through the house. I stare and move my pen to the din of … Continue reading →

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this isn’t paradise

Posted on April 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Phantom The amplitude of echoesFunction like a phantom limb Glucose seeps into the cellsSmell of white gas and charcoal A swale once full of shoulder depth snowDid you know Frazil are ice crystalsFormed in turbulent water, as in swiftStreams or … Continue reading →

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the upper bout

Posted on April 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Finale of Seem (redux) It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there… like the scale of wildfires and flash flood … Continue reading →

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sharp even here

Posted on April 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rasped Haiku Her sickness resolved—Distilled, rasped clean by feverDreams, sharp even here. What I’m Reading: “No star burns forever . . . the world will eventually literally end.” — Emily St. John Mandel / Sea of Tranquility

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your local listings

Posted on April 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Time is a distillation Coincidence is a construct Check your local listings What I’m Reading: “Too late now to keep the polar cap from melting. Venice subsides; South America explodes.” — John Barth / “Two Meditations”

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see for yourself

Posted on April 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cloud Enjambments I’m the worst when it comes to fixingLeaks, see for yourself.I’ve seen maps with circularWalls. I love color jet packs. But you’ll need paperFor a lively discussion with a white stripeDown the middle of perception. PointillistDots and washes … Continue reading →

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how to proceed

Posted on April 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Algorithmically Filtered Prose Poem Farrago or: How ‘da Machine Reads My Handwriting HAD I BECALE DE FANTASTICALLY LOSTMANCULE AVE BEEN LOST TOR SOME TIME – DECADE,• ACTUALLY – IN A LARAAINTA. MY OWN MAKING I DIDNT DEVE THIS MINATION IN … Continue reading →

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echo of echoes

Posted on April 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hear (haiku) Ears color speckle Parabolic sound resoundsEcho of echoes What I’m Reading: “Always, I hear a little oratorioinside my head. Mothshave carried away my carpets,like invisible pallbearers.” — Henri Cole / “Free Dirt”

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