Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

good vibe-osity

Posted on December 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Grand Idea Well, it didn’t snow in the south on Christmas, and certainly not in Maria’s home town by the sea. Now, the only thing Maria wanted for Christmas was a plague doctor’s mask—with a bonafide beak protuberance for … Continue reading →

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get a woman

Posted on December 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Why Not? Maria thought it should snow in the south—in her home town, just for one day. After all, hadn’t Mrs. Claus superseded the Heat Miser’s restrictions and gone straight to Mother Nature to get the override for a white … Continue reading →

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word piles high

Posted on December 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude I (Palimpsest Thick) She wrote in minusculeHandwriting—On a cuneiform roll She cut and pasted sillyPutty—In canted abandon She printed the wordAnocracy—A word unknown She layered a palimpsestThick—With self-inflicted pain She built the word pilesHigh—She tried. She failed.She failed again.She … Continue reading →

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breathe, just be

Posted on December 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

First Day of Winter This is what winter looked like in the southern city which was once her home town. She’d forgotten the mild summer days that passed for winter down by the sea in a southern clime. There was … Continue reading →

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out of mind

Posted on December 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Step Forward Maria considered the storm clouds occluding the southern sun. She could not obliterate what had happened to her before, but she was dead set on changing her course forward, despite returning to her home town. She swallowed … Continue reading →

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calling her again

Posted on December 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Unspools Maria heard the sirens calling her again to her home town by the sea. Another trek the length of the country was in order at the height of the plague years. Who in their right mind does this? She … Continue reading →

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i’m serious here

Posted on December 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Posthaste / Post-Punk Handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say: Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson Pub and Grill, 144 South Street, Jamaica Plain. Another says: … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual I warmed up … Continue reading →

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you flay me

Posted on December 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879 O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…O, you striker of fishImpaler of IchthysHypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblableYou 3-tined piker! You make rampikes of gills—Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—Flake … Continue reading →

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fate was fatal

Posted on December 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading →

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