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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....

one direction home

Posted on July 7, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Dream Continued: Out of the netherworld through an oppressively humid haze I materialize at a shore front — the city behind me a stony sentinel silent and shimmering in the vapor. I turn from the city and there, where … Continue reading →

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sucked the tech

Posted on July 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

A DREAM: I punctured the left rear tire on the road from Boston to Buffalo … When the tire tech at Tanguy’s Tire Emporium tried to plug the hole all manner of cavorting beasties escaped from that dark tube: elephantine … Continue reading →

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a convicted shiitake

Posted on July 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The 10¥ Marketplace (an N+7 Courtroom Drama) A savant mushroom with a seedy past in Africa discovers that its worst fears have come true. An artisanal clutch of gourmands are out to ambush — deracinate, tear and shred. There are … Continue reading →

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critical information marred

Posted on July 4, 2023 by istsfor manity

eyeless + mapless eyeless—something—something lost in the map folda place, a name, some criticalinformation marred there—a blue despaira move forever blemished a life map unusualpiquant in its obscurity What I’m Reading: “… like many long-distance walkers he was a depressive, … Continue reading →

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empty psychic tank

Posted on July 3, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Longest Day (redux) The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment … Continue reading →

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strange affinities

Posted on July 2, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “But the faster we travel, the more intensely we feel our lack of relationship with the land we traverse.” — Robert Moor / On Trails: An Exploration “Walking on a path is an … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood (as in scenes seen from a bicycle) pt.36

Posted on July 1, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “But having braked all the way to the floor of the valleyit dawned on us the slope we’d have to climband it was night, you on the back of my bike……so you said let’s go home, but … Continue reading →

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nothing with nothing

Posted on June 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

pilgrimage (tanka) fall into rhythmpilgrimage gains momentumcross-hatched sunlight pathrevelations—step by stepconnect nothing with nothing What I’m Reading: “It’s never been my experience that things get more complicated when I walk. On the contrary, everything becomes simpler and clearer.” — Torbjørn … Continue reading →

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gods of destruction

Posted on June 29, 2023 by istsfor manity

Scour + Scourge (tanka) A thick orange sky—Particles falling like ash.The wrath of Vulcan unhinged—Scours and scourges the country.We—the gods of destruction. What I’m Reading: “… this particulate matter, 20 times smaller than the diameter of a human hair, can … Continue reading →

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punch-drunk compass

Posted on June 28, 2023 by istsfor manity

Dismal / Lost There’s the day forming from the darkGreat gray plumes of vapor risingNo horizon line / no distinctionBetween sea and skyA punch-drunk compassTwo fathoms deepNowhere to goGray / dismal / lostUnyielding • What I’m Reading: “In the end, … Continue reading →

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