Tag Archives: Poetry

i remain ungainly

Posted on March 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Attitudinize I am awkward in appearance. A sea oat blown near-horizontal. I will grow this beard as long as I want. I doomscroll as a default setting. I get excited when the gales cause these walls to creak. My minions … Continue reading →

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are these silverfish

Posted on March 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Questions Unanswered Yesterday What side effects should I expect tonight? Really? Seriously? Today? What is this filth? What are the chances we become an intelligent and empathetic country? Is this a poem or a story? Where are these silverfish coming … Continue reading →

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an absurd life

Posted on March 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

What I Saw (Haiku Quatrain) The scab I pick raw Is a tear in the fabric Of an absurd life Sister Ray dances Naked after vespers dark Blind rat sniffs the air Fog rolls in hissing Starless sky is swallowed … Continue reading →

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thundered by wasps

Posted on March 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

“the first time I was othered I was still in the womb breaking in my naming–“ — Mahtem Shiferraw / “Blood and Bones”

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the red button

Posted on March 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Ah, go on. You’ll see. The future is coming and it doesn’t look good.” — Madeleine Watts / The Inland Sea

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of dyspeptic ruin

Posted on March 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ingestion This week from the site of ingestion —from the site of dyspeptic ruin— the moment you swallowed the hegemonic tincture and began your slow disappearance into the stew inside the melting pot. “Don’t try to figure out what other … Continue reading →

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a deficient ejaculation

Posted on March 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Besotted with Crots* 1. Quetzalcoatl Crank— the sign says— this is a great place to live! I’ve got to get out of this crot. 2. It’s not helpful that you speak in an endless stream of psittacisms while I’m trying … Continue reading →

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dumpster-bin nonchalance

Posted on March 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Self-Portrait (as the Jubjub Bird and the Frumious Bandersnatch) Down South Jocose in those dying days of Sancti Spiritus. They jostled and jointed, they foisted and hoisted, the beams up to the sky. Mountain joists of slick primer. Letters fell … Continue reading →

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claw trails glistening

Posted on March 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Blues Cat Haiku Anger kitty struck, bloody claw trails glistening, cool blues filigree. “Anger after someone has died is a cake on a table, fully risen. A knife housed in glass.” — Victoria Chang / “Victoria Chang”

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molasses death spiral

Posted on March 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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