Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

fool-animal earwigging

Posted on November 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Highest Eminence O, pallid bat, wombat, scarlet tanager, marmoset and all the little animals of the world that spark wars and worldwide grief! Listen! Ye who visit our leaders’ dreams at night and whisper all types of destructive and inhumane … Continue reading →

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what we do

Posted on November 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press play button above to watch my short film, found feet five (4:14) We Be Burls As if we never existed—our family—one of the myriad meaningless cul-de-sacs of the human stain. We strive for erasure—disappearing is what we do best. … Continue reading →

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and you say

Posted on November 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

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of fighting unhappiness

Posted on November 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tell Don’t Show / That Thing i. The pith of the pang is what I pity. Nowhere is it written that this must be done, but I strive to do it nonetheless for fear of not doing it with empathy. … Continue reading →

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our drooping marigolds

Posted on November 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Stuck Abecedarian It was drenched green. The gazetteer absconded with verisimilitude and we were left in this wasteland clenching our drooping marigolds. The villain left vanilla footprints and the abecedarian was stuck on E. Something sticky dripped down our hot … Continue reading →

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a kind thought

Posted on November 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty chainsaw … Continue reading →

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cudding for the cuddling

Posted on October 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between … Continue reading →

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guesstimate and plannify

Posted on October 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Poor Clockface Bradbury Bradbury said he didn’t need an alarm clock. I saw the phrase in passing without its context, so I’m left with this vision of a man machine with a clock face for a visage. A veritable clock … Continue reading →

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the ocean roaring

Posted on October 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Endless Not Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours sometimes. … Continue reading →

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in minuscule handwriting

Posted on October 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

trepanation in the land of bilk & money who drilled a hole in the front of his own skull to increase brain blood volume?& allow the full heartbeat to express itself inside the cranial cavity a column of firemidnight ’til … Continue reading →

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