Tag Archives: Poetry

missing its top

Posted on June 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Microfiction Haiku Fu A microfiction—A mountain missing its top,Vancouver murals. What I’m Reading: “The calories in a great book equal those burned in its reading. Or it’s burning.” — Ben Lerner / Angle of Yaw

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a shared reality

Posted on June 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I want for us to wantto patch every heartand pave every roadand destroy every systemthat has ever left usbroken.” — Jordan Jace / “I want” “Democracy’s survival depends on what happens inside our … Continue reading →

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let it seep

Posted on June 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Autophagous Trance Dance Allow the terror in—Consider it, live with it,Let it seep deep into your bodyAnd into your mind. Then, and only then,Are you prepared to act. What I’m Reading: “And it’s too late to stop climate change from … Continue reading →

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impassive glitch in

Posted on June 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Nada Haiku Well above the crowdImpassive glitch in the skyWhat do we call you? What I’m Reading: “Owls peck the windows of the 21st centuryas if looking forthe board membersof Exxon Mobilwho who who who who” — Ilya Kaminsky / … Continue reading →

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destined for history

Posted on June 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Chancroid v. Chancellor Pasted and made agent, once again, I earned the title of Chancroid of Elfador. I understood public relations and quickly assembled a fleet to sail to Festicularis. Never had so many sumptuous furs been made execrable by … Continue reading →

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the heat dome

Posted on June 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Self-Inflicted Dodo Dada A dusty path toward deliverance after a club on the head, a dark hour, a black age— Quashed then regained. Diverted, re-charted, and reoriented The crags and canyons—vertiginous—skirted. The roiling water. Up ahead the fog-smoke. We live … Continue reading →

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soon our avatars

Posted on June 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Counterfactual is Satisfactional Dissociative dance tranceWhat you wanna’ do Nothing new under the tongueNo trip to takeNo tincture to absorb into your systemObdurate powerful maladaptive The counterfactual is satisfactionalIt’s true it’s factual everythingIs so god-damned distressingWho filched the prelapsarian graces … Continue reading →

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key of dada

Posted on June 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Catafalque Tunes in 5/8 Time Catafalque tunes in mahogany time. Nothing sounds as it should. Dripping in the recessive notes of a palanquin juddering in a surreal signature. Come to think off it, father’s signature flew off the back of … Continue reading →

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hating myself long

Posted on June 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Encomium (redux) I walk in circles gyring—elevating ever outward until I’m circumnavigating your boundless denigration. Deliver me—enervated—from invigoration as you deliver me from hating myself long enough to despise you. I’ve placed myself at this longitude so that I may … Continue reading →

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gravity is inescapable

Posted on June 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Gravity is inescapable. Nothing makes sense. They’re trying to get in. Don’t let them in. What I’m Reading: “Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you findthat it is farmore defective than you imagined.” — Ron Padgett / “How … Continue reading →

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