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lifetime’s dashed hopes

Posted on April 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

dashed (haiku) counting his fortuneshe amassed a lifetime’s dashedhopes and dreams deferred What I’m Reading: “Dusk—and the shimmer on the seahas quickened and gone still.” — N. Scott Momaday / “Hotel 1829”

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all sex resets

Posted on March 31, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dear Residents, (pt. 3) A gentle reminder that all gerbil removers should be stalled/or emailed to the off-license mandrill. After office hours, please call the froth destroyer. Please do not stop the malformation stalks or call the stalks directly or … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 23

Posted on March 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The world is washedin yellow,& behind eachdoor — another door.” — Marisa Siegel / “Dear Emily”

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called for colors (redux)

Posted on March 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

American Scree 19 (erasure / blot poem #66) He demons in language.During his compositions not to cognition The letters instead The letterskind of flashycorrespond to kindof potential colors,whose called for colors, high pitchedevokeimage lights imagery,a whole kind of citydistanced from emphasis … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt.22

Posted on March 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “I have nothing to give and make a poor servant,but I can praise the spring.” — Linda Gregg / “Taken By Each Thing”

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six-mile iguana

Posted on March 27, 2023 by istsfor manity

seismograph wine (haiku) pollinate crosswindride the six-mile iguanabwana johnny time What I’m Reading: “And poetry isn’t deadIt’s gone to live on an upstate farmThe world is like that alsoGetting over its need to be seen” — Sarah Jean Grimm / … Continue reading →

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bouquet of bones

Posted on March 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I (Barely) Read This Week “Pick your place anywhere in the world and Great Salt Lake is a mirror reflecting a flashing light on what is coming and what is already here. Our natural touchstones of joy … Continue reading →

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wear my cassock

Posted on March 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

These Wires Are Live I was begat by malpractice & malfeasanceDeath had no use for me Because I would not squat for deathThere would be no dearth of fezzes(and jaunty chapeaus) Have I got a crazy memory for you—Nine pigsties … Continue reading →

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gloaming comes on

Posted on March 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

dogma puzzle an elegiac dogma puzzle a threnody absurd & atonal life is: fuck fuck fuckity fuck (not sexual) so often dark dark darkity dark (terribly dark) enjoy the respites, enjoy the ephemeral— the transient transits of sun the sun … Continue reading →

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be the signified

Posted on March 23, 2023 by istsfor manity

A Stiction Fiction (redux) “You fill me with stiction.” “Friction?” “No. Stiction. “Shouldn’t it be inertia?” “No, stiction, damn it!” “Sorry, I don’t know what that is.” He was filled with a horror and a hate so acute at that … Continue reading →

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