Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

i long for

Posted on October 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

In Bullet Absentia Avernal Pumpkin Head the all purpose gossamer failure genuflecting in the wind: I am an American by birth, an atheist by choice, and a drowning man by design. I walked the plank between good and evil. I’m … Continue reading →

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minute of elation

Posted on October 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Elation in Elisions The odious neglect of the scab Crab Nebula yelling: I Zimbra, I Zimbra, dada, dada, dada, doo! At the Cabaret Voltaire after hours parties degenerate into clean well lighted chess matches in top hat and overcoated teas … Continue reading →

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the the: dadaismus nihilismus

Posted on October 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

the the (the voiced dental fricative version) “… a Dada life will include by definition pranks, buffoonery, masking, deranged senses, intoxication, sabotage, taboo breaking, playing childish and/or dangerous games, waking up dead gods, and not taking education seriously.” — Andrei … Continue reading →

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you like quiet

Posted on October 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Moves, Nothing Glitters Imagine you’re on the streets of a yellow-down blown downtown. The rat’s nest smell of putrefaction—no one about, but you and the moles. Nothing moves, nothing glitters. There are canyons and spans of unused sound for … Continue reading →

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white dress shirt

Posted on October 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Withers The image: a chipped tooth, a bloody mouth, a spray of bloody saliva that fans out onto your date’s white dress shirt. The instant that nervous smile withers on her face. That is my image, my few words for … Continue reading →

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deal with that

Posted on October 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Letter Never Sent Dear X— Don’t fight the demons in your head—that will always be a losing proposition. You must realize the demons are there. The demons were invited in at an impressionable age and will always live in your … Continue reading →

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don’t disappoint anyone

Posted on October 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Workshop Notes Various ideas for your book: Include a scene at a rheumy palace— Maybe adapt a scene from a nonfiction setting on shipwrecked cay. Maybe not. Use these words liberally:ablation; asperity; cassocks; chasubles; hooded cowls; astringent; incursive; afflux; minikin; … Continue reading →

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photographs plastic toys

Posted on October 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

the cult the leap— woodnailsstaplestapephotographsplastic toysfake flowerspaper “Frisky the Clown has a new act for the kids;He smothers them using foam.” — Kenneth Jarrett Singleton / “The Conceptual Circus”

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frozen in place

Posted on October 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Affix Us (redux) A vicious penny farthing flashes across the window, as the dreadful coins are placed upon her eyes. The incantations from the holy man’s mouth sound like blaspheme as the sky grows bright outside. We move across the … Continue reading →

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propelling the day

Posted on October 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →

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