Tag Archives: Dream Notation

in my neighborhood pt. 61

Posted on May 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: We, too, are made of wonders, of greatand ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds,of a need to call out through the dark. — Ada Limón / “In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa”

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systems to bursting

Posted on May 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There are mornings I wakeand wonder, why? Later, wanderingthe walkways, in searchof something to fill the holein me . . . — Krista Franklin / “Everyday around the world a woman is pulled into … Continue reading →

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respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus) Me and my windbagBoom at a sequel center.We squawk used trumpets—Spit valves overflowing skronkLike respirators of joy. (If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be … Continue reading →

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in the freezer

Posted on May 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Ten Things Overheard at the Decemberists Show — I didn’t expect it to be so cold . . . now it’s raining! — Grab the Bruins hat! — They’re playing “Seasons in the Sun!” — We’re going to start with … Continue reading →

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seals rubber feet

Posted on May 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped (redux) Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. What I’m Reading: I squeeze my days into such small boxesI forget that I can make whatever I … Continue reading →

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be the change

Posted on April 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unbroken Tanka The antic days drift,Unbroken, day after dayInto the ether. Decolonize your brain stem —Be the change you want to live. What I’m Reading: For years the thought of you scorched my eyeballsNow all is well under the scalding … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 60

Posted on April 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A city will know that it’s succeeded in becoming a cycling city when people don’t think of themselves as cyclists – riding a bicycle is just the way to get around. — Melissa Bruntlett & Chris Bruntlett … Continue reading →

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is creeping faster

Posted on April 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It was hypnagogic sitting with him on the vinyl sofa tucked under the vibrating signs THRILLS, LOVE, and THE BRIGHT & THE SHINY as bluegrass twanged. We talked deeply over Bengali food . . … Continue reading →

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are the tornados

Posted on April 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Quicksand Together we will read and disinfect literature and curate augments about the purity of intention. We will wreck work that is not up to our values purity. We will be attentive to the hobgoblins of human imperfection we must … Continue reading →

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things: unconscionable things

Posted on April 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Endless Not (redux) Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours … Continue reading →

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