Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

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 Claus superseded the Heat Miser’s restrictions and gone straight to Mother Nature to get the override for a white … Continue reading →

best we can

Posted on December 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Underlying Conditions Maria awoke with a fitful start. She palmed her phone and furiously tapped an email to the reindeer: Dear ‘Deer, Stay home this year. Santa has underlying conditions: a 35 BMI, high blood pressure, a touch of asthma, … 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 →

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 →

interstices interstices interstices

Posted on December 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

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it signifies everything

Posted on December 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Weight to the Ether My dream analyst wanders knee-deep into a slurry of images sluiced out of my subconscious. It signifies everything if one knew how to unpack dreams, she says. They give form to the formless, substance to the … 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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