Monthly Archives: September 2022

i wish i

Posted on September 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading →

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string of drugs

Posted on September 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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love of life

Posted on September 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It is clear that reason and facts alone no longer suffice to move people and society to action.” — David Suzuki, Tara Cullis, Miriam Fernandes, and Ravi Jain / What You Won’t Do … Continue reading →

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a kiss under

Posted on September 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka) Revenge parable:A dispute careens off-track—Shattered eyeglassesBlind and brambled in the weeds.A kiss under the blood moon. What I’m Listening To: “Hope is a muscleThat allows us to connect” —Bjork / “Atopos”

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belches and squelches

Posted on September 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

First Casket, Secret Casket (Flim Review for a Non-Existent Flim) First Casket, Secret Casket is new film about a benighted romance between a Cuban-American sugar cane harvester and a seldom-acknowledged singer in a punk band. The former is a political … Continue reading →

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but with heave

Posted on September 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Workshopped Word I am an agglomeration of symptoms—purposefully askew and tinny.Closer to your interior benchmark—akin to brainy and quicksilver—but with HEAVE! Diffident ain’t the workshopped word you’d use,closer to big shrimp without the sea. I really don’t know what I’m … Continue reading →

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patriarchy and cake

Posted on September 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Poorhouse Vista Good Morning Resignation. Bub Linkman is a downer. We are not a good match. We are unable to scheme moves, sketch delphiniums, or libretto overtures. We are unable to accent our annoyances and poorhouse vistas. Please call me … Continue reading →

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nostrils for plague

Posted on September 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Back Home Tanka 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: “Eat and write or die.” — Jim Harrison / The Search … Continue reading →

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buzzards on parade

Posted on September 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Buzzards on Parade (Redux) The twelfth day of the month was Copperhead Monday. Serpentine was the look we were going for. Beatific upper register notes is what Maria was reaching for: Ta da la ta da la dao, was what … Continue reading →

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catastrophe is beautiful

Posted on September 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “What’s hard about art is getting any good—and then getting better. What’s hard is solving problems with infinite solutions and your finite brain.” — Elisa Gabbert / “Why Write?” “How do we go … Continue reading →

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