Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

molasses death spiral

Posted on March 1, 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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in a vise

Posted on February 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

head in a vise the seventeenth electroshock a peppery taste “So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival”

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is teething contagious?

Posted on February 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

wartseller banshee: or, unitary flarf #222 (re: flarfish harvest no.1 / 2021) Banshee posted a birthday wish Successful bidder will get a wart. Believing it would unleash a Truck trailer and find myself double sad pay me with terror through … Continue reading →

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was never our$

Posted on February 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

get to one hundred before you get to ten, read the relegation table, tabulate the hü hüsker something is afoot, something’s always been afoot, and lo and behold (!) after all this time something has to be done … … … Continue reading →

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is a canker

Posted on February 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Toadeater Madness Stop thinking out of your flask, and drink-in some sense for a change. Guttural palavering bridges no connection another caring human can manage. What you say? Lickspittles to madness. Stop posturing. Your people are burning toddler’s wooden blocks … Continue reading →

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for cannon fodder

Posted on February 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

surely someone you can tease out a great chain of being based on that? I will not eat my rabbit pellets as prescribed, I will eat meat. Give me a definition as long as is the body of what I … Continue reading →

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poorer version of

Posted on February 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bitter Usually as a sacrilege, I stood on my head and peed into my own mouth as a chimpanzee might on bikini night promotionals. There are jobs — and then there are the odd messes of oddnesses. Working two jobs … Continue reading →

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mosquitos and gnats

Posted on February 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Muzzy Always the muzz of mosquitos and gnats about our heads. Blurs of barbaric pantaloons held in sanguine suasion and selective editing of those who would never fit the guidelines established by the groaning masses of under effect. Pleased to … Continue reading →

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a faded revolution

Posted on February 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lost I am lost… … like the grandfather who lost his leg to photochemical exposures —  cursing at a faded revolution. … like the grandmother who lost her fight with (de) mentia and her superego — cursing at her nurse about … Continue reading →

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disappear in plain sight

Posted on February 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Identity Piece in Reconstruction Now you see me now you don’t. I’m lost to myself. Even I can’t see me. Where do I come from? We came from Cuba. We came from Spain. And I can’t track my family back … Continue reading →

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