Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

undammed and unheeded

Posted on June 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

a hatch the porousness of limestonea hatch of mayflies in junethe calf-height water undammed and unheeded the wall on the movea flash of scarlet tanagerthe rush of darkness What I’m Reading: “Here, youcan pay someone to clip offyour shadow and … Continue reading →

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why am i

Posted on June 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

seize a wave of misfiring synapseswhy am i hearing bellsseeing sparkles i no longer compute What I’m Listening To: “Far way out, you’re going to seeI’m a loss of faith, you’re a changed belief” — Poliça / “Lime Habit”

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the fire arrives

Posted on June 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Cloud Shadows A smoke-choked sun recedesCloud shadows darken the hillBlacken the grass before the fireArrives—its ravenous destructionBefore the attendant rebirth What I’m Reading: “The sun so overpowering it is like nightin daytime. Seeing what I live withonly when my eyes … Continue reading →

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at nothing, nowhere

Posted on June 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Arrow Haiku Fu (Close) My love for you is . . .A set of arrows pointingAt nothing, nowhere. What I’m Reading: “note found in cantonese fortune cookie:neruda slept here” — Wanda Coleman / “Neruda”

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grim

Posted on June 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Grim Silence, failure. What I’m Reading: “If there is to be a livable and shared future on our planet, it will be a future offline.” — Jonathan Crary / “The Digital Age is Destroying Us”

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i love you

Posted on June 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Look Dearest Chunky . . . Look, I love you but you confound me with your densities and your spherical obloquies and your polyvalent arrowheads and pesky schemes. I implore you to modulate your frequencies and impractical maths . . … Continue reading →

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out of tune

Posted on June 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

State Religion We want a new state religion—without the state or the religion, just an extra dose of the thoughtless passion. When I arrive at the bottom of this page there will be thunder and earth-shuddering vibration—all the way down … Continue reading →

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of the lint

Posted on June 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. In … Continue reading →

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take your spirochetes

Posted on June 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Sleep Deprivation Intermediate Vector Dear Pizarro, I’m sitting down to write at 4am for the first time in three months (thereabouts) and I’m not considering flea infested furs. If you’ll deliver a plane load of cholera infected passengers to my … Continue reading →

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in deeper tones

Posted on June 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soft Beds The shallow coast has migrated to higher elevationsWe live in the time of burning landscapesRainforests to savannas in two easy daysThe grand ice shelves in five easy piecesWe’re on finite time and nothing unspoolsLike priorities heavily influenced by … Continue reading →

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