Tag Archives: Fiction

chaos undergirding all

Posted on April 3, 2025 by istsfor manity

How I Became The Scarified Boy (a thingamajiggy) This takes place everywhere and nowhere at once. At the center of a spin art piece before the paint reticulates out; in manifold dusty, dark spaces; in destitute backyards choked with crabgrass; … Continue reading →

narrowing inward turn

Posted on April 2, 2025 by istsfor manity

(unchecked / unimpeded) tanka+ what is this place now?a narrowing inward turn—the shock of the real— falling short of our ideals—original sin baked in (now flourishes unchecked / unimpeded) What I’m Reading: A common stereotype about people on bikes is … Continue reading →

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wear my cassock

Posted on April 1, 2025 by istsfor manity

These Wires Are Live (redux) I was begat by malpractice & malfeasanceDeath had no use for me Because I would not squat for deathThere would be no dearth of fezzes(and jaunty chapeaus) Have I got a crazy memory for you—Nine … Continue reading →

the light hiding

Posted on March 31, 2025 by istsfor manity

heliotropism (redux) my heart distills my bloodheliotropelooking for a sun a plantation of hatefulverdigrisfactors out to flow out big star not too farseveranceruns rampant over my tripartite welcomeparsethe light hiding from guards foiling the crowdsoutin the rain i carelesseach passing … Continue reading →

like plate tectonics

Posted on March 30, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week But you. Rain on the hot sidewalk.Turned mist. Handsome aura. Gone. — Nicole Callihan / “Summer Elegy” The sky is low and charged with snow that has not yet begun to fall. A flock … Continue reading →

pain i await

Posted on March 29, 2025 by istsfor manity

I Wait There’s no crying in trying—Pain is the upshot of doingPain is the upshot of failing— Pain I await No pain no rain no Maine(at the border with Canada) Now I can change these things from what I’ve learntNow … Continue reading →

the immediate future

Posted on March 28, 2025 by istsfor manity

Important Life at Home Only biking 11 miles feels as if something is lacking. Not getting on the road and pedaling through the day seems as if I’m bereft of something. But I’ll be back at it soon—making my way … Continue reading →

a mere shadow

Posted on March 27, 2025 by istsfor manity

Careful What You Wish… I never set out to do an 83-mile day on Tuesday—in fact I’d planned a 42.5-mile day to Honey Hill Campground in the Marion National Forest. But I arrived at the campground at 12:45pm. It was … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 87

Posted on March 26, 2025 by istsfor manity

Day 25Start: Mt. Pleasant, SCEnd: Georgetown, SCMiles: 83.1 Really too tired to write. Big changes on the horizon. Big Luna Moth auguries. Big birthday treats. Stay tuned. What I’m Reading: I’ve only gotthe one death to my name, one deathand … Continue reading →

this fierce reptile

Posted on March 25, 2025 by istsfor manity

Naked Bike The bike looked naked this morning stripped of its panniers, rack, and assorted bags—only the fenders and the small seat bag (which has the flat repair kit) the bike is pared down to is essential state. Which is … Continue reading →