Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

in the haggis

Posted on December 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Two Views: Temptation Inside I. n + 0 Sister Ray was in the habit of cleaning her habit every Friday after vespers. After a sponge wash she’d iron the habit singing in low sussuration to her favorite Velvet Underground songs … Continue reading →

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toothy bride-to-be

Posted on December 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

coda : ouroboros / n+1 thru n+15 … the dying day teethes on the tin tautology of exiles eight o’ eight rogues away bayside shambles catacomb the toothy bride-to-be seizes the singed week with violent shanks & ratters the bayside … Continue reading →

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who no one

Posted on December 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Dry Descent (redux) He hears a cry—the lamentation of a dying man. He turns, strains, to see. Who? No one. He staggers on scree and falls heavy on his back; his poles useless after two thousand miles. The sky … Continue reading →

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the word piles

Posted on November 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

the heebie jeebies (redux) this is about a poet who writes bird poems —without birds appearing in said poems mouth breathers and thirteen year old prostitutes often appear crying artillery shots echo in the blue distance the poet is a … Continue reading →

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florins for eyewear

Posted on November 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Last Nimbus A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for the … Continue reading →

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soft and hot

Posted on November 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire. I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen. Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. “like … Continue reading →

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sour broiling turkey

Posted on November 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues A litter of puppies feeding in the corner of the living room. Dried shit streaked on the bathroom towels. The, too-early, Christmas tree is canted and some of the ornaments are unfurling their covers revealing the … Continue reading →

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flecky eyefuls jaundice

Posted on November 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

What You Said at N+15 What could I possibly say when you say (backhand): it’s you. I don’t know if you’re talking twang, talking to those radicals, or if you’re addressing me. Somehow, judging by the tonsure of your vole, … Continue reading →

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happy three to thee

Posted on November 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

huh? wha’? wha’ happened?! While I wasn’t paying attention this endeavor turned two years old, on 11/17/21, and quickly shifted into its third year of existence … Hey, hurray, harrumph! This is still: thee istsfor manity reader And this remains … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on November 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

be real, be here, get me through this turbulence please, see me in a mirror that distorts be the pain within mekeep me underscored & over-nourished please, i no longer wish to assimilate be the impulse i’d like to deterbring … Continue reading →

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