Tag Archives: Fiction

ash for you

Posted on April 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There is a fine line between losing yourself and finding your deepest truths. Sometimes there is no line at all. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” / Bicycling The frequency with which bicyclists … Continue reading →

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wisp of menace

Posted on April 13, 2024 by istsfor manity

agitator cola i love me an agitator cola—drank many thru the years—during the revolutions and convolutions of martial law and coups—upon the ferment fringes, the ferry boat frivolities, and mere highlighter battles with the brittle page—a brush with agent coils … Continue reading →

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into the murk

Posted on April 12, 2024 by istsfor manity

Charles River Murk He composed a text to her, intending to say: “I’m going to be a strong arm robber,” but the auto correct produced: “I want to be s thong arm tobber.” She responded: “U mean a strong arm … Continue reading →

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never look back

Posted on April 11, 2024 by istsfor manity

[straitjacket lies . . . ] the straitjacket lies we tell: undesirable midriff chicken thievesthe long hock of american fripperygentlemen strategists and exponents of farewells to rooks and frontispiecesfilaments upon the dockyards of miraclesan inexorable western expansionemployed by eugenecists of … Continue reading →

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the devil’s williwaw

Posted on April 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

10 Texture Related Moments in a Frou Frou Life 1. Wispy smoke tree fingers dying / story of Jesse. 2. Dry spotted witch alder leaves on my hand / apparitions in black. 3. Cold rasping breeze / the devil’s williwaw. … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 59

Posted on April 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Cycling was a way of staying in motion and coming home to myself. When nothing else made sense, I could go—dissolving into breath and sky—and let the wind rearrange me. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” … Continue reading →

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woman among men

Posted on April 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . “Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal.” It might also be said that a city becomes extra-cityish, more seething and carnivalesque, from the vantage point of … Continue reading →

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above the ottoman

Posted on April 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Pivot Point (redux) I’m not really hungry just now… she wrote longhand, the first time in weeks, in her journal. And she thought that odd because she’d been ravenous all throughout her illness, and hadn’t written a thing, but … Continue reading →

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i go blind

Posted on April 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

coronal mass ejection tanka watch how i go blindon glassless coronal blissi stare at the flaresregale the mass ejectionseyeless pinhole dejection What I’m Reading: This option of ‘giving up’ is only possible from a place of privilege. Let’s say we … Continue reading →

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like coquina rock

Posted on April 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Under the Sky It’s like coquina rockIt’s like Barbara wroteIt’s all ridges and teethWaitingWaitingWaiting to take a layer of skinLike a slice of oblongataLike other lower brain sectionsLike the Shell sign superimposedOver the Chevron chevronLike the freedom tower buildingCubans called … Continue reading →

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