Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

by that apparition

Posted on July 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

the apparition On 07.23.21 Mary was unable to write much, haunted and paralyzed by that apparition all those years ago—now making residence again somewhere deep in her mind. She had a day full of distrait, disinhibition, and discountenance—deliberate and unseen. … Continue reading →

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it’s awful offal

Posted on July 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading →

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of emollient sorrow

Posted on July 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Where You Live Render to paste the place where you liveBefore your time runs short—And it does run short with each passingDay. Apply that pasteOf emollient sorrowTo your face scoured by experience.Human sickness never quells—The condition remains—no oneWill come to … Continue reading →

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mouthful of wasps

Posted on July 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Glossolalia : Echolalia Wrack & wreck & rookThat emprise begets another & againWe are out of time, this world not keenOn us but wishing to push us backBack to glossolalia—an echolaliaPangloss-ian & Martin-esque—The sound of a mouthful of wasps Say … Continue reading →

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to the barren

Posted on July 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sunday Comes Along Again Keening and careening she went.You’ve made the supreme sacrifice, shereasoned. Not for financial gain,but because the pursuit of knowledgeis itself noble. Or was it that she was listeningto Dead Can Dance too loudlyin her earbuds? It … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on July 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

duress administered & duress received the viridium-iridium dry cry listening to silence is, in itself, listening to something “To resist in place is to make oneself into a shape that cannot so easily be appropriated by a capitalist value system.” … Continue reading →

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all our days

Posted on July 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

timbre in rasp flat year after yearwe drag our corpses with usall our days numberedall our daysall ourall “Here all is strange.” — Samuel Beckett / Happy Days

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chimera at best

Posted on July 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effulgence Hangover O, rain your sparkle down on meFor we have flogged the glitter horse dead. There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—A monticule of monstrous greed & desire. So celebrate & canker me this, old man:Where do we go … Continue reading →

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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a cloacal flow

Posted on July 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(from empty bedchambers) from empty bedchambersthe former leader speaksa cloacal flow “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez / Memories of My … Continue reading →

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