Tag Archives: Poetry

your pie hole

Posted on April 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch my short film: whipping) Overheard In a Dream Haiku “Typewriter bullets,” He says, “I’ll caulk your pie hole, Pink tart a-go-go!” “And life doesn’t last, art doesn’t last; it doesn’t matter.” — Eva Hesse / … Continue reading →

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grey alley stink

Posted on April 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above to watch my short film: minatory) minatory (haiku) dried blood in the air— grey alley stink of urine— a crisis of faith “So I’m a cat trying to make it in the world because I’m condemned to … Continue reading →

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living hard pain

Posted on April 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout poem with short film / press play above) Final List Electric bedroom New witch Add wall next to track Wedge or arc Change entry Too damaged by Change We want to keep them at … Continue reading →

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need for redemption

Posted on April 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing release on the other a … Continue reading →

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as i probe

Posted on April 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try to put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. All writers are pigs. Especially writers today.” — Antonin Artaud / The … Continue reading →

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on hiatus post

Posted on April 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

AND “You can make a collage on a postcard and write a poem about it.” — John Ashberry

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his grandmother teaspoon

Posted on April 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Threnody for Slim Goat James (a found & erased document) James is believed to be buried in increasingly popular places. Find him near the barnacles, spider crabs, cockles, razor clams, and a mix of slim goat and sheep. He was … Continue reading →

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this may be

Posted on April 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Second Day The month started off well enough, but on the second day life seemed to go upside-down and backward. Huh, he said, this may be a challenge. “Stray bullets and consequences were landing on our unsuspecting bodies even … Continue reading →

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shot she shot

Posted on April 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

SLR It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex camera, … Continue reading →

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welt on your

Posted on March 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading →

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