capers and clang

dust-up at the sewers

a jack-in-the-box of new perspectives
ready and able to spew prose capes and clang
the punchbowl pronouns
we prefer bamboo soloists
to instant hobble confederates

call the department of vital fractures
send for the ensign of contested stunts
we got an election to settle

don’t vote for the tinker of dimwits!

What I’m Reading:

For when we talk about wilderness we are really talking about our tortured relationship with the natural world as a whole: our antagonism to it, fear of it, and — yes — our love for it too. 

— Cal Flyn / The Savage Landscape: How We Made the Wilderness 

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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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