Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

in my neighborhood

Posted on October 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

“We rub blistersover billows of leaf smoke. Or stand alone,bagging gold for the cold days to come.” — David Baker / “Neighbors in October”

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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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cut you out

Posted on September 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Circles of Confusion The day bleeds orange at the horizon. We dropped marbles & bulletsOutside your door—Circles of confusion,Globes & envoys of gravity—Vindicated our community.We cut you out. Darkness seeps in above the fatted clouds. “I want to be free … 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 →

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the hazy processes

Posted on September 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan ii polyphonic dream visionsonorous in plastic tubinglimned transducers and sound scripturesin a garden of minimal fences sonic spaces expandfrom properties shapedof bird-like sounds the genesis of silver cloudsand chance-based tape collagessquall of rainforest insects and birds these … Continue reading →

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loses its tune

Posted on September 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

trash dash: manhattan iii behind me a college student tries to convince a young girl to elope the ritual of the second drink — demulcent for a moment — the argument loses its tune like a good many dinners in … Continue reading →

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