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the red button

Posted on August 24, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The ruin we made of our gardenIs confusing even today.” — Fanny Howe / “Tapestry”

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humans are wired

Posted on August 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “‘For years, you read all the articles,’ Wehage told me recently, over the phone. ‘You look at pictures of the pollution, you think about the greed that fuels it, and you feel upset. … Continue reading →

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fluent in borehole

Posted on March 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

Wanted Floral bottleneck jacket-wearing flâneur for contortionist runway shows needed. If you are 7’2” tall and weigh precisely 147 lbs., please apply at the council bacterium’s office. If you know the choreography to the “backwater cough” and the “continental armadillo,” … Continue reading →

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one day onto

Posted on February 20, 2023 by istsfor manity

I Am Writing This I am writing this because it is what I do. I write this. Often, when I’m not writing this I think about writing this. Often, I start thinking about writing this before I have finished writing … Continue reading →

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has no goad

Posted on February 17, 2023 by istsfor manity

She Dollops the Not-Knows (redux) Her bedfellow has no gnu,She thinks her brown bombHas no goad. If she could dartboardNaked,Under panegyric trianglesAnd see her impersonators roasting in the sunShe would know. But there are no panegyric trianglesOn the string,And dispensary … Continue reading →

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in our blood

Posted on February 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

embodied (tanka) a strange faith we breatheinto our lives, in our bloodviolence braidedquotidian & steadfastembodied death incarnate What I’m Reading: “Do you lie thinkingThe stars in the skyWere a big mistake?” — Charles Simic / “Dear Lord”

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fields of metastasis

Posted on February 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

ultrasound pinnacles lost in the ultrasound pinnaclesthose monochromatic ridgesstriations of organic skronk get away with your revelatory aweslide down those valleys of cancerous scree& talus fields of metastasis let us palliate the darknessfestoon it with fairy lightsthis is monstrous lustrous … Continue reading →

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don’t you see

Posted on February 8, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Sapling Purr Sometimes known as the naked monarchy purr is a truly remarkable little ravage. The only mediators that keep the tenets checking certain boxes and benighting surly apparatchiks. This is not intended to be confusing. It is incontrovertibly … Continue reading →

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my amygdala grates

Posted on November 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Apotheosis of the Crab What if what I wanted to write what didn’t need to be written? What is this strange atmosphere that has settled over me? One of my holy ghosts has scrammed for a patch of stratocumulus, … Continue reading →

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going to procrastinate

Posted on October 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “this will be a little test to see if expressive(?) writing is a cure for the malaise of the coronavirus. well it doesn’t cure the pain in my left knee…” — Bernadette Mayer … Continue reading →

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