Monthly Archives: April 2024

a juvenile melophile

Posted on April 10, 2024 by istsfor manity

comfortable blandishments haiku a murmurationa juvenile melophilea twisted headpiece What I’m Reading: I always wanted to defend outposts others have already abandoned. — Werner Herzog / Every Man for Himself and God Against All

the devil’s williwaw

Posted on April 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

10 Texture Related Moments in a Frou Frou Life 1. Wispy smoke tree fingers dying / story of Jesse. 2. Dry spotted witch alder leaves on my hand / apparitions in black. 3. Cold rasping breeze / the devil’s williwaw. … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 59

Posted on April 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Cycling was a way of staying in motion and coming home to myself. When nothing else made sense, I could go—dissolving into breath and sky—and let the wind rearrange me. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” … Continue reading →

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woman among men

Posted on April 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . “Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal.” It might also be said that a city becomes extra-cityish, more seething and carnivalesque, from the vantage point of … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 58

Posted on April 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A cycling life begins in a blaze of glory. For hours or days or weeks, you still don’t know how to ride a bicycle. You wobble and lurch and wipe out, locked in a pitiful struggle with … Continue reading →

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above the ottoman

Posted on April 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Pivot Point (redux) I’m not really hungry just now… she wrote longhand, the first time in weeks, in her journal. And she thought that odd because she’d been ravenous all throughout her illness, and hadn’t written a thing, but … Continue reading →

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i go blind

Posted on April 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading →

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like coquina rock

Posted on April 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Under the Sky It’s like coquina rockIt’s like Barbara wroteIt’s all ridges and teethWaitingWaitingWaiting to take a layer of skinLike a slice of oblongataLike other lower brain sectionsLike the Shell sign superimposedOver the Chevron chevronLike the freedom tower buildingCubans called … Continue reading →

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chaw of thistles

Posted on April 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Like Glossolalia (redux) Like a van garde avant. Like drinking tea filtered through a Russian soldier’s underwear. Like speaking through saxophone skronk. Like drying your back with nettles and swallowing a chaw of thistles. Like bored sawing through panel board. … Continue reading →

want to help

Posted on April 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

When Your Watch Eavesdrops on Your Conversation, Unbeckoned, and Intrudes with Pronouncements What I’m Reading: It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast … Continue reading →