Tag Archives: Photography

in my neighborhood

Posted on November 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

I forget what that final word is … Time fog is hellish … What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am? You’re welcome! The signs of the apocalypse are stark and plentiful. “I must … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

If you took a mondegreen and somehow made it a spondee … would grass grow from its base and spread a towering canopy from its expanding branches … and throw us into shadow for two/thirds of the year? A gutbucket … Continue reading →

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time at night

Posted on November 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dreams of Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation—and a tendency to make more of sirens … Continue reading →

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fool-animal earwigging

Posted on November 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Highest Eminence O, pallid bat, wombat, scarlet tanager, marmoset and all the little animals of the world that spark wars and worldwide grief! Listen! Ye who visit our leaders’ dreams at night and whisper all types of destructive and inhumane … Continue reading →

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a battering ram

Posted on November 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Misanthrope I am a battering ram of ill intentionI am a wounded person I was wounded while very youngI have made it my life’s mission — First, subconsciously,Later, with rigor — To wound others in returnfamily, friends, strangers, humanity… Even … Continue reading →

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ooo baca foo

Posted on November 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ghostwriter, Motorcycle Hero, Appears and Disappears, Disinterested or Shocked, or: The Writerly A.I. Acquires a Moralistic Streak and Leaves Its Aurthorial Responsibility Behind A small group of kids stand gathered in a circle in a pizza parlor in a sleepy … Continue reading →

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what we do

Posted on November 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press play button above to watch my short film, found feet five (4:14) We Be Burls As if we never existed—our family—one of the myriad meaningless cul-de-sacs of the human stain. We strive for erasure—disappearing is what we do best. … Continue reading →

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of fighting unhappiness

Posted on November 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with empathy. … Continue reading →

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gonna lay down

Posted on November 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

I Once Was Lost (redux) He first sang a song called “Brave New Defalcation Rocket.” I had no idea what he was on about — a caterwaul that passed for singing, I suppose. He desultorily strummed on an electric ukulele, … Continue reading →

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cudding for the cuddling

Posted on October 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between … Continue reading →

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