grit your teeth

Wings of State Tanka

The wings are shearing
The fuselage vibrates hot
Head down between knees
There are no parachutes here
Grit your teeth close your eyes—NOW.

What I’m Reading:

“All of us moderns … can get away with a lot of waste when the economy is good. We forget that conditions fluctuate, and we may not be able to anticipate when conditions will change. By that time, we may already have become attached to an expensive lifestyle, leaving an enforced diminished lifestyle or bankruptcy as the sole outs.”

— Jared Diamond / Collapse

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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