Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

the vise on

Posted on January 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Laden Snow falls from a laden leadensky in oracular fashion. A foot of it.Feet swollen and carbuncular.Feet waxen and frozen solid.The vise on an unfeeling brainloosening its grip.Darkness sets in. “I am filled with snow.There’s nothing to do nowbut wait.” … Continue reading →

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glug glug glug

Posted on January 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Quandaries of the Dog Star There were calumnies to dispense with, and cathesix to undertake. She was delirious and desirous of delectations. The obdurate hitman was hitting the hair of the dog bequeathed to Sirius. My canines were shredding my … Continue reading →

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the scorpion grass

Posted on January 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading →

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6 cuban sandwiches

Posted on January 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Trip (Postmortem) 1 dumb decision to travel during a plague surge 2 weeks away from home 3 potential covid exposures / close calls in ten days 4 Cuban coffees daily 5 torrential downpours in 3,387 miles 6 Cuban sandwiches … Continue reading →

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she drove on

Posted on January 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Repent Maria could not.Maria would not.She drove on, not stopping anywhere in the south—arriving on fumes just north of the Mason-Dixon line.Then the overwhelming colorfast would resolve—the cobwebs would scatter.Then she would hibernate through the remaining plague times.Repent?No! “Hope is … Continue reading →

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the upcoming struggle

Posted on January 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

01/01/2022 Awake in a daze. So much to look forward to at once, then you must deconstruct it into 365 pieces and concern yourself with just this one here. It’s usually colder than most other days. Earnestness is often overdone, … Continue reading →

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off she went

Posted on December 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Left Maria realized the more time passed the more one was alone, adrift, assailed. The only point was there was no point. Survive one more day, one more hour. There was nothing left for Maria to do but go … Continue reading →

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her next move

Posted on December 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Viral Avoidance Two-Step Maria slipped through the mangrove swamps—apropos, considering the strangeness of the inland country—all manner of bird calls but not a single bird visible. She retraced the miles back south to her home town by the sea—but was … Continue reading →

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appease and applause

Posted on December 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Move North and Inland Maria moved further north, and inland, away from her home town—away from the hassle of hipster hoodoo. A transmission blared: … don’t bring me no corner gape, nothing eager, and nothing to prance about. No … Continue reading →