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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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she gave him

Posted on May 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Gas He gave her gas. She gave him the schpilkes. “You have to quit confusing a madness with a mission.” — Flannery O’Connor / The Violent Bear It Away

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a nervous shadow

Posted on May 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Nervous Shadow Approaches “I don’t have to run from anything because I don’t believe in anything.” — Flannery O’Connor / Wise Blood

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not paid for (redux)

Posted on May 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Wednesday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what she … Continue reading →

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took to fisticuffs

Posted on May 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tuneless Ballad of Rostay Toonany and Chemo Destrapè Clowns and claustrophobes both. Masters of microbes and microbiomes—and bonhomie. Too much probiotic nonsense squelching their wheelhouse one day, and they took to fisticuffs. Oh, what a dastardly day for all! … Continue reading →

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go go go

Posted on May 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Walk! Walk! Go west, go east. Just go, go, go. Get up. Get out. Get moving. Peripatetic be your word. Bump! Groove. Make way and scoot along. This place will grow moss on your backside. Don’t backslide. Get moving, man. … Continue reading →

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rounds to make

Posted on May 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Work Darkness begat a childHis name was DeathHe had rounds to makeAppointments to keepAnd so he went to work “You have to act as if it were possible to readically transform the world. And you have to do it all … Continue reading →

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holy by happenstance

Posted on May 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Scything The difficult made holy by happenstance. She was delirious, but understood she’d make the first cut soon—minutes, perhaps seconds. She recoiled imagining the pain. The rain in Maine stayed mainly in her brain. She moved—graceless—in a fog. The reaper … Continue reading →

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harangued and harassed

Posted on May 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tide Pool Nature repulsed her in myriad ways—psychological and visceral assaults. She needed to be harangued and harassed—everyday and in every way. Her Sisyphean rock would be the nocturnal infrared world she sensed in the water. She would remain in … Continue reading →

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nothing was itself

Posted on April 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Niz-nil-limbo She no longer knew what to make of anything— She understood nothing— Nothing was itself— This meant nothing. This means nothing. “It doesn’t matter what time of day you work, but you have to work every day because creation, … Continue reading →

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