Tag Archives: Desert

stumble down clowns

Posted on August 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Pause Stumble down clownsOn an anfractuous journeyWandering up & down,Up & down, up & down,Mountainsides never willingTo stop— Pause— On a ridge atop a visionOf violent beauty: cragsjagged, shadows knifingA light incessant,While the sun divestsItself of solitaryResponsibility forDevouring ourPlanet. What … Continue reading →

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end of maintained trail

Posted on August 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

SOLASTALGIA What I’m Reading: “Maybe democracy worked for restaurant reviews and movie ratings, but boy, was it creating problems in this case. What were all those dystopias she’d had to read about in high school, concerning the individual trampled by … Continue reading →

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horny canary executioner

Posted on March 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Desultory and Inert It’s the anvil in the stomach that gets me. You never get me. The feeling of being tethered to the earth by your viscera. That insouciant look when you ignore me. So I’ve taken to overconsumption of … Continue reading →

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