Monthly Archives: July 2024

melting and acidifying

Posted on July 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE (redux) Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant … Continue reading →

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on the rail

Posted on July 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Crow Haiku (Terminal Interlude) Two crows on the railOne seethes, quails, a fish in beakA portent unsought What I’m Reading: I believe the blackest holeis the one we inhabit — Eugenio Montale / “People talk and talk more”

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a spiraling orbit

Posted on July 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

return hometown issues—and other distresses—long ago happyto be rid ofit’s gravity is one of uniqueattenuated sadnessthe pullinexorable—stuck in a spiralingorbit What I’m Reading: your own life is a chainof wordsthat one day will snap — Ai / “Conversation”

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the country splintering

Posted on July 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It is day infinityof everyone wanting me dead. People are having funbringing lemon squares and automatic artillery to the anti-trans community meetings. — Jackie Sabbagh / “Having a Great Time Being Transgendered in America … Continue reading →

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thick with avarice

Posted on July 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

sun city sinking (tanka+) sun city sinkinginto the ocean—built ontequesta middens—vain and thick with avariceso high on its own supply (glug … glug … glug… glug…) What I’m Reading: In 20 or 30 years, someone is going to find a … Continue reading →

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in this heat

Posted on July 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

those of us those of us who fled our southern hometownsbecause of disingenuousnessbecause of intolerancebecause of hyper-conservatismbecause of the heat and the hatebecause of hypercapitalismbecause of retrograde and regressive tendencies (we know all of the above are not endemic to … Continue reading →

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mine. Dark. Wasteland.

Posted on July 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone (redux) We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell … Continue reading →

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perdition and desolation

Posted on July 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 75

Posted on July 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grass  — T.S. Eliot / “The Hollow Men”

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just ain’t content

Posted on July 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

ire just ain’t contentwith anything at the moment—what more to say? What I’m Reading: We are now in an era of loss and damages. — Saleemul Huq / “Life at 1.1 C “ / The Climate Book: The Facts and … Continue reading →

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