Tag Archives: Poetry

between sharpened incisors

Posted on February 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

Envoi / Envoy I would like this poem  to be an envoy — Bearing a gap-toothed smile between sharpened incisors … What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) A Dialogue / James Baldwin & Nikki … Continue reading →

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for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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white as death

Posted on February 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Agonal Haiku Snow falls white as death Fumes exhaust the dying earth Black rime limns the ice “it’s a question of power which we must wield if it is not to be wielded against us” — Nikki Giovanni / “Love … Continue reading →

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a faded revolution

Posted on February 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lost I am lost… … like the grandfather who lost his leg to photochemical exposures —  cursing at a faded revolution. … like the grandmother who lost her fight with (de) mentia and her superego — cursing at her nurse about … Continue reading →

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50 million faults

Posted on February 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

plagues caused a future of fragments 50 million faults What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions / Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (2017) A slim book length essay … Continue reading →

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disappear in plain sight

Posted on February 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Identity Piece in Reconstruction Now you see me now you don’t. I’m lost to myself. Even I can’t see me. Where do I come from? We came from Cuba. We came from Spain. And I can’t track my family back … Continue reading →

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in barbaric ice

Posted on February 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(click on the play button above & watch my short film doppelgänger) HyperthermHaiku An atavistic blood ablution, frozen sharp, in barbaric ice. The sun sliced a cut of cold light onto his face — a bullet-dry hole. A frozen wasteland … Continue reading →

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nothing is imbued

Posted on January 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Billabong A distortion in her preflight instruction A 4-hour flight turned into a 15-hour ordeal A crash in a Peruvian penal colony A float down the Amazon River on handmade raft A month adrift in a state-sized billabong in … Continue reading →

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i wish i

Posted on January 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I do not care if I am writing a poem or a letter—it is just making marks on a sheet of paper that delights and envelops me.” — Mary Ruefle / Madness, Rack, and Honey

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of hemlock breath

Posted on January 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

death stain haiku death row lights bait him guilty domed screen suicide dram of hemlock breath What I’m Reading, or: What I Just Finished Reading (a continuing series) I Hotel / Karen Tei Yamashita (2010) Sprawling novel comprised of ten … Continue reading →

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