Monthly Archives: May 2021

nice marmot, man

Posted on May 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Overheard at the Bison Watering Hole Marmot: We don’t need no stinking Bison! Bison 1: What’s with him? Bison 2: Nice marmot, man. “The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your … Continue reading →

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crying never stopped

Posted on May 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

(Press the play button above and below to watch my short films: mother’s insides day & your mother here…) Manta Ray is All Right On the eve of her first Mother’s Day she dreamt she was trapped in the supplies … Continue reading →

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hand drawn scrawls

Posted on May 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Late Stage Pandemic Dream Robert Smith is miming one of his early music videos. It sounds like “Fire in Cairo,” but it’s not. He’s jangling his guitar at the end of a narrow white tiled hallway which you note has … Continue reading →

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rounds to make

Posted on May 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Work Darkness begat a childHis name was DeathHe had rounds to makeAppointments to keepAnd so he went to work “You have to act as if it were possible to readically transform the world. And you have to do it all … Continue reading →

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a dayglo flower

Posted on May 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

I Am Deleterious to your state of mind. That’s what he said! Can you believe it? The nerve. I’ve been reading Psychology Today for forty years, and he has the temerity to insinuate such a thing. Remember how up to … Continue reading →

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holy by happenstance

Posted on May 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Scything The difficult made holy by happenstance. She was delirious, but understood she’d make the first cut soon—minutes, perhaps seconds. She recoiled imagining the pain. The rain in Maine stayed mainly in her brain. She moved—graceless—in a fog. The reaper … Continue reading →

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120 vexillologists installed (redux)

Posted on May 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

wish you were here, the insects are legion (maine version) The dust, the arid heat, the vexillologists.  None of that made any sense there.  It was a tropical rainforest last year when we booked, and the defoliation and climate change left the … Continue reading →

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i step away (redux)

Posted on May 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Fall Fall. Fall, I say. She doesn’t. She stays perched on her branch. Fall, I say. She does not. This ritual—the repetition is liturgical. A call and response in absentia. There is no rejoinder. There is no: and also with … Continue reading →

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harangued and harassed

Posted on May 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tide Pool Nature repulsed her in myriad ways—psychological and visceral assaults. She needed to be harangued and harassed—everyday and in every way. Her Sisyphean rock would be the nocturnal infrared world she sensed in the water. She would remain in … Continue reading →

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infrared all night

Posted on May 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Tenebrous She went away to Maine for a day. The water was infrared all night. A fitful trip during a tenebrous year. “In the process of being broken open, worn down, and reshaped, an uncommon tranquility can follow. Our undoing … Continue reading →

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