Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

the action unspooling

Posted on October 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Raw Manifold … let’s move on to dreams, phosphenes and the armatures and substructures that make up those worlds. Even in the most extreme and intense dreams one may see below the action unspooling in said dream narrative and peak … Continue reading →

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sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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in your heart

Posted on October 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

October Love A vibrant tuning fork in hand—This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart. You tell me to videograph your heartache.You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love for … Continue reading →

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long magnified acts

Posted on September 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is … Continue reading →

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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 →

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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