Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

please call often

Posted on December 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film “it’s my birthday, too, yeah!” (1:10) Fugu-Flaker The days whir and zone by—fast as light—light / dark, light / dark, light / dark (so mournfully dark), light/ dark, light … … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

You wear your indecision well. Your coterie of suitors vexed— Working out your complex geometry. Your heart a cipher— Hermetic / unbreakable. “I want to be free to try things that don’t make sense yet. I put materials together that … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

A hiss marked the moment Of the dissolution within Blanched images of featureless heads We breathed / we clawed / we panted From the depths of unsung parametersFrom the blue strictures of freedom As we lost face Mouth / eyes … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Step into the Muse’s shoes— What is this place? What does it mean? Work in your own small corner— A better place in the midst of a slow apocalypse. “All I remember is my mother’s tears and my empty stomach. … Continue reading →

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in the haggis

Posted on December 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Two Views: Temptation Inside I. n + 0 Sister Ray was in the habit of cleaning her habit every Friday after vespers. After a sponge wash she’d iron the habit singing in low sussuration to her favorite Velvet Underground songs … Continue reading →

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florins for eyewear

Posted on November 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Last Nimbus A nebula forms around my headboard& congeals—a pulsating fathom’s roost. A blinding white flash—great speedwell & arrowhead fall. Encrusted like the lotus-eaters—incubated / intubated / spacesuited /pillows backboned. A pair of florins for eyewear—now set for the … Continue reading →

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soft and hot

Posted on November 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

After Gas Huffing Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire. I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen. Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. “like … Continue reading →

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expect the unexpected

Posted on November 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Pockmarked … later I get flashes of grandpa with his old runners all rolled up into one giant sticky mess—balled and held together with tape… He’d talk about the high school girls he’d “teach” Bible Study to. They: all spouting … Continue reading →

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at the off

Posted on November 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Off-News at the Off-Chance at N+7 “I would be really sad if I didn’t write. I think I would feel really purposeless and silent and depressed if I couldn’t write. I don’t know if I would be that depressed if … Continue reading →

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