Tag Archives: Quotes

just keep going

Posted on November 5, 2026 by istsfor manity

The Dictator Says The dictator says: St. Ignatius used a cilice; hold your breath and expand, let go… and I do. He places live wires on my testicles and says: Go! She’s gesticulating wildly and walking waterboard eyes toward me. … Continue reading →

tongue is loosed

Posted on November 4, 2026 by istsfor manity

Intractable (Downgrade Don) You dreamYour tongue is loosedUpon that intractable waferGlued to the roofOf your perfidiousMouth What I’m Reading: For much of my life, I was your garden-variety MSNBC Democrat, but I’ve moved left and weaned myself off corporate news … Continue reading →

a bellows fellow

Posted on November 3, 2026 by istsfor manity

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

hosting a tick

Posted on November 2, 2026 by istsfor manity

snouter i am a parasitic acarologisthosting a tick and a bacteriuman entomophage pullulating amongst legions of otherslooking for a parasitoid waspim a beaky toothed sort of snouterout and about for a ladybug finger or twothe dog never knew what hit … Continue reading →

bent to protest

Posted on November 1, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The Supreme Court’s decision decimating the Voting Rights Act threatens to return the country to a pre-1965 America, when white supremacy was the law of the land, and Congress contained no Black members from … Continue reading →

to be home

Posted on October 31, 2026 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka (redux) Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—We swab our nostrils for plague. What I’m Reading: One is his theory that solar panels become incredibly hot … Continue reading →

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gun-shaped state

Posted on October 30, 2026 by istsfor manity

State I Was In I took umbrage at the penumbra—The darkling darkening of my mood—Was it the reddening super harvest moon?(Its waxing moony-moony face: jejune)Or was it a flaring sunspot’s craquelure of quietude?Or was it the plague?Or the fascist wave?Or … Continue reading →

all her ghosts

Posted on October 29, 2026 by istsfor manity

Driving the Heat Dome Traveling sorts her memories.Driving to Miami sharpensher father’s voice—like acidcatalyzing in her ears, boringa ragged chute to her amygdala—simultaneously black-holing her backwardand shooting her into an uncertain futurefull of Get to Know Jesus and Get Your … Continue reading →

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every direction untrodden

Posted on October 28, 2026 by istsfor manity

yet i list in the doldrums paths unfurl about meroads squelch innumerabletrails pulsate untrammeledtransits reticulate outward yet i list in the doldrumsadrift in the eye every direction untrodden What I’m Reading: Last week, I started this exercise routineto calm me, … Continue reading →

my few words

Posted on October 27, 2026 by istsfor manity

I. 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 … Continue reading →