Monthly Archives: April 2025

retaliation is real

Posted on April 20, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We are all afraid. It’s quite a statement. But we are in a time and a place where I certainly have not been here before. I’ll tell you, I’m oftentimes very anxious myself about … Continue reading →

bike trek update

Posted on April 19, 2025 by istsfor manity

What’s Going On, Bud? Yes. Well. What is going on with the bike trek from Key West to Canada? What’s the bike trek update? Weren’t you supposed to be back at it today? First, a recap for those new to … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 91

Posted on April 17, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: Things were not so good I can’t make light of itMy poor soul, it was having a dark night of itIt was a long nightA week, maybe a yearMaybe a long dark night is coming downMaybe … Continue reading →

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profane and change

Posted on April 16, 2025 by istsfor manity

We Become the Planet We Kill I get to bake the cellophane cake. You: insouciant acolyte of peregrinations plus, and you ameliorate my angst. You’ll find me a way to progress as a pilgrim that isn’t full of that old … Continue reading →

the empty spaces

Posted on April 15, 2025 by istsfor manity

Affix Us (redux) A vicious penny farthing flashes across the window, as the dreadful coins are placed upon her eyes. The incantations from the holy man’s mouth sound like blaspheme as the sky grows bright outside. We move across the … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 90

Posted on April 14, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or … Continue reading →

don’t be silent

Posted on April 13, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Now, the rain, the iron rain, with its little keysis closing all the doors . . . and I think we’re all dead. See how the skysits like a tombstone on the roofs. — … Continue reading →

i bobbled adrift

Posted on April 12, 2025 by istsfor manity

Three Dreams on a Somnolent Afternoon (redux) I. I went under last summer. I was tedious. I was trite. Summer raged. I withstood, until I couldn’t anymore. Lids often closed as I approached. Blinders blinked. It was forever the moment … Continue reading →

in little sundresses

Posted on April 11, 2025 by istsfor manity

Meet The Beetles! (redux) Briefly, gentlemen, it has come to my attention that there has been an inordinate amount of “buggery” going on between you and our beetles. This will not do. As of tomorrow at 7:00 am all those … Continue reading →

the constant cavil

Posted on April 10, 2025 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required (redux) Hortensio awoke and his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was … Continue reading →