Tag Archives: Poetry

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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zero zero zero

Posted on March 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

Woodpecker Sentinels Fishwife come, fishwife served.The Moon’s components spatial,Sunward-facing, a constraint—A stationmaster of flux. Asteroids lightweight & streak—Chockful of RNA stuff & Vitamin B3 residues—Dash the black void. Fishmonger plumbed, fishmonger unnerved.Woodpecker sentinelsPound out a binary syncopation—One, zero, one, one, … Continue reading →

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design of distraction

Posted on March 21, 2023 by istsfor manity

Combustible, Not Tractable There wasn’t any friction during the Mother’s Day conversation, except about the use of capital letters and hyphens—there was a heated discussion there. “Excessive uses! Much too much!” one of us said. Hang up. There is no … Continue reading →

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the pivot point

Posted on March 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

Outcome when you’re on the knife’s edgeyou breathewhen you’re on the pivot pointyou’re mindfulwhen you’re at the fulcrumthere is a binaryoutcome which way do you turn?where does this go?how does this end? What I’m Reading: “Some blind girlsask questions of … Continue reading →

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why the waste

Posted on March 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What would I do without tears,I used to ask myself in another world.” — Patricia Jabbeh Wesley / “Healing Will Come: Elegy after Nartural Disaster” “A new disease caused solely by plastics has … Continue reading →

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