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i long for

Posted on October 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

In Bullet Absentia Avernal Pumpkin Head the all purpose gossamer failure genuflecting in the wind: I am an American by birth, an atheist by choice, and a drowning man by design. I walked the plank between good and evil. I’m … Continue reading →

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minute of elation

Posted on October 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Elation in Elisions The odious neglect of the scab Crab Nebula yelling: I Zimbra, I Zimbra, dada, dada, dada, doo! At the Cabaret Voltaire after hours parties degenerate into clean well lighted chess matches in top hat and overcoated teas … Continue reading →

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white dress shirt

Posted on October 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Withers The image: a chipped tooth, a bloody mouth, a spray of bloody saliva that fans out onto your date’s white dress shirt. The instant that nervous smile withers on her face. That is my image, my few words for … Continue reading →

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deal with that

Posted on October 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Letter Never Sent Dear X— Don’t fight the demons in your head—that will always be a losing proposition. You must realize the demons are there. The demons were invited in at an impressionable age and will always live in your … Continue reading →

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pocketful of prairie

Posted on October 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ringo Nuggets Haiku Voles strapped in for speedPocketful of prairie dogsWe’re going places “We’ve reached the precise moment when the fairies intervene, although only indirectly.” — Jose Saramago / The Lizard

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frozen in place

Posted on October 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Affix Us (redux) A vicious penny farthing flashes across the window, as the dreadful coins are placed upon her eyes. The incantations from the holy man’s mouth sound like blaspheme as the sky grows bright outside. We move across the … Continue reading →

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propelling the day

Posted on October 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →

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the action unspooling

Posted on October 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Raw Manifold … let’s move on to dreams, phosphenes and the armatures and substructures that make up those worlds. Even in the most extreme and intense dreams one may see below the action unspooling in said dream narrative and peak … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

“We rub blistersover billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,bagging gold for the cold days to come.” — David Baker / “Neighbors in October”

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sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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