Category Archives: Writing

your morning ablutions

Posted on November 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading →

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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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