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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....

he had rounds

Posted on November 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Work (redux) Darkness begat a child—His name was Death.He had rounds to make,Appointments to keep,And so he went to work. What I’m Reading: “There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s … Continue reading →

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gimcrack tchotchke addict

Posted on November 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, for … Continue reading →

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in this neighborhood pt.1

Posted on November 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawnWould scarcely … Continue reading →

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the hairline crack

Posted on November 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “One of the rules of writing that stands throughout time: do not be complacent. Take risks. And most important, listen.” —Joy Harjo / Catching the Light “Are you quiet enough to hear horned … Continue reading →

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on the water

Posted on November 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

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u r gr8

Posted on November 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

(my opuscule) 4 u i—c—y—u—r—gr8! What I’m Reading: “It troubles the mindas a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.” — Jane Hirshfield / “A Cottony Fate”

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unable to moor

Posted on November 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Day of the Drill He hadn’t so much lived these 33 years in a daydream as much as he felt that there’d always been a scrim between him and the world. Everything was seen and felt at a slight remove. … Continue reading →

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this moment desiccated

Posted on November 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Etiolated (redux) Your voice echoes through the ages — as if from the depths of dry amphora. Pushcarts and tumbrils full of the dregs of the failed american experiment. A skim of cream and a puff of smoke are equal … Continue reading →

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happen to know

Posted on November 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Overheard Convos at an Event U R Glad U Missed I have not challenged myself in that manner in two years… So what does serendipity mean? … and she was like so hush, hush. It was so embarrassing. I think … Continue reading →

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at the edges

Posted on November 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

(bedbugs and barnacles) bedbugs and barnacles on the side of the bed—on this side of dread. no one understands the special relationship. no one really cares. the water laps up to the edge of the bedsheets at 3:32 every morning. … Continue reading →

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