Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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that toothy vortex

Posted on September 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

138 Pieces I wrote this yesterday under the influence of twin tornadoesWhile hiding under the bed with my grandmother and dogI planned a funeral as mattresses, pans and medicines strafed the airI saw my brother’s arm impaled on a jagged … Continue reading →

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something akin to

Posted on September 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

close your eyes sleepy you can’t shake off the somnolence it feels so comfortable to close your eyes something akin to sexual gratification it’s all you desire for the next hour or two the waves the crickets the gentle but … Continue reading →

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deaf and unseeing

Posted on September 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Means Something (redux) The victims were not drawn from the elites. The earliest surviving epistle asks: What of compassion? During the time of plague: What of abnegation? The outsider is to blame for the epidemic… expulsion, exodus… divine agency… … Continue reading →

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surgical mask missiles

Posted on September 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Yahweh Quas Papa Speaks (redux) I was made for plague times!For the days weeks months — for the plague year! It’s the time for auxiliary malarial canons and sitars.  Thee minute for surgical mask missiles and tinctures of Ayahuasca.  It’s time … Continue reading →

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i wonder i

Posted on September 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Disappearer I make people disappear. Someone has to do it. The pay is excellent. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the people that disappear mysteriously go? I do too. I wonder where the kids and women — it’s mostly kids … Continue reading →

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stop gap measure

Posted on September 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

stop gap stop. xxxxxxx gap. here is a stop gap measure for the continuing plague xxx. xxx. xxx. “You see again how far awayevery thing is from every other thing.” — Louise Glück / “Telescope”

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after every visit

Posted on September 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Distortion Poetics Distortion principle no. 1: avoid distortion. Distortion principle no. 2: defenestrate (often). Distortion principle no. 3: degauss after every visit to either of the poles. Distortion principle no. 4: cleanse fold and manipulate. Distortion principle no. 5: literature … Continue reading →

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forecasts and promises

Posted on September 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iv overheard in the uzbek restaurant…wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields, too much hashthe one-upmanship sharp…peripatetic call and response about the tang and … Continue reading →

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fungus among us

Posted on September 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Polysemy of Text Polyvalency of Text Ambivalence of Text Mere Fungus Among Us “They drilled holes in his head, vacuumed out the blood and more words. My father was finally arrested, he turned in the rest of his words, they … Continue reading →

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