Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

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 →

there’s no place

Posted on January 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Interlude IV The clouds fat with snowThe moment before dehiscenceThe portent in the airThe virus crackles and hisses The sated heave of homeThere’s no placeLike your placeIn this world “We began dreaming of new ways forward. May we not return … 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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lower the lifeboats

Posted on December 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude III (Dark Water Tanka) Lower the lifeboats—We tread nose-deep in the plague—Lifelines beyond us.We roil dark water and sink.The mermaids sing for no one. “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will … Continue reading →

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of the fiends

Posted on December 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Nightmare Erasures “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is roaming all over, trying to make connections.” — Mary Ruefle / … 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 →

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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