Tag Archives: Photography

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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did you know

Posted on October 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

brave new defalcation rocket 2 did you know?the year meaning diedthe last alliterativecommentator complainedkin is redundantavoid relatives “The moon of every night is not the moonThat the first Adam saw.The centuriesOf human wakefulness have left it brimmingWith ancient tears.” — … Continue reading →

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your curls frizz

Posted on October 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading →

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guilty breath lock

Posted on October 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

pantoum(ish) death breath guilty baitlock breathdeath guilty breathlock baitdeath death lockbait breathguilty breath lockbait deathguilty lock breathbait guiltydeath death baitguilty lockbreath breath guilty lock death bait breath bait lock death bait breath death death breath death bait “I tend not … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

We choose a mantic thanksgiving—dark and steep… We live as prelude to the mother of all bloodlettings… We jockey frenetic prayers—glean sources—Sleep the sleep of strangers … Ghosts in your house—Live through your eyes—live your memories… The wizard of siren … Continue reading →

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