Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

squeeze steal sit

Posted on May 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

susurrus squeezestealsit “We shall abolish the orgasm.” — George Orwell / 1984

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about your neck

Posted on May 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

frozen albatross keep away ghostof a thousand eyesgo back to hellwhere you belongive seen your lipsmove out of sequencewith the hauntedsounds you dredge upwhy are you dragginga boat aboutyour neckthe riverwhat’s left of ittells me im too late “Be wetwith … Continue reading →

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life just saying

Posted on May 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Flea Tamer’s Lament It’s not the life of a flea tamer or flea circus operator that I strived for—but it’ll do for now. I look down on the swaying treetops—instead I see a roiling ocean—the wind hypnotic. A central air … Continue reading →

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ham-fisted smile

Posted on May 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Smellfungus The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t you? You haven’t … Continue reading →

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go go go

Posted on May 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Walk! Walk! Go west, go east. Just go, go, go. Get up. Get out. Get moving. Peripatetic be your word. Bump! Groove. Make way and scoot along. This place will grow moss on your backside. Don’t backslide. Get moving, man. … Continue reading →

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i step away (redux)

Posted on May 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fall Fall. Fall, I say. She doesn’t. She stays perched on her branch. Fall, I say. She does not. This ritual—the repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no: and also with … Continue reading →

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of feral hair

Posted on April 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

had it with what—or the couched girl worked with a story—language angels—wet dashed door never a nobody in terms of feral hair—capitalist lizards—upward themselves let illustrations labor logical—their have is where there’s secret poorhouse—down unwholesome work—shoes in flames—free the working … Continue reading →

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living hard pain

Posted on April 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

To Snare A Ghost (a blackout poem with short film / press play above) Final List Electric bedroom New witch Add wall next to track Wedge or arc Change entry Too damaged by Change We want to keep them at … Continue reading →

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need for redemption

Posted on April 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

(press play above for short film) evasive and withdrawn terracotta facades work that ignores your native intelligence the need for redemption grows a state prison for women on one side a jail for men nearing release on the other a … Continue reading →

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his grandmother teaspoon

Posted on April 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Threnody for Slim Goat James (a found & erased document) James is believed to be buried in increasingly popular places. Find him near the barnacles, spider crabs, cockles, razor clams, and a mix of slim goat and sheep. He was … Continue reading →

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