Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

about a walkabout

Posted on August 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

press the play button above to watch my short film, peripeteia (4:11) peripeteia we dream about a walkabout. we exhume gutter politics before they’re buried in the rattle brattle bund. we sling jagged zeugmas. we qualify this and that—our words … Continue reading →

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annealed

Posted on August 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

“I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.” — … Continue reading →

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we are refluxing

Posted on August 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

Abecedarian: The Qua of Qui Allow me to tell you—as of the who—a liturgy of finely grained righteousness cleansed, folded and articulated: Bestial birth canals and unguents squeezed from bodies now desiccated— Concupiscent casuistry led us to our troubles Delineated … Continue reading →

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endless looping funhouse

Posted on August 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard After Obsequies Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve… I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at … Continue reading →

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down on us

Posted on August 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nation of Poor Examples Daughter of incestuous Union, impress your dominion over us—for we are a nation of poor examples—we breathe freedom reckless. Breathe your plague down on us. Insist: this is a declamation of god-given right. Stop. Ask. What … Continue reading →

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dissolution was set

Posted on August 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream of Fire My husband dreamt the sheets were on fire, and I wouldn’t come in the bedroom. He called and called for me, but I would not come. When I finally walked in he asked, why didn’t you come? … Continue reading →

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oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

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saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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don’t crawl inside

Posted on August 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

found poem (3.0) / interstices (111516) “… the smell of steelit’s warm it’s visceralthe smell of bloodand steelit’s warmif you are in a situation like thatdon’t crawl insidein the middle of the roomevery person who had his phone callingwas killed…” … Continue reading →

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today is inertia

Posted on August 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Limn the Cathode Nimbus / 2.0 Today I cut a window into existence; I revived the dead. Today I layered a patina of platinum and white on the familial palimpsest; the kinetic became inert. Today the atavistic became avuncular. Today … Continue reading →

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