Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

a euchre poultice

Posted on January 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

Email from the Northern Country @ N+14 Hi Neighbors! Do you know leeks? I would lump to start a coalfield fire that meets subterraneanly on occasion and smolders . I did this when I lived in Michigan—it’s a veritable furnace! … Continue reading →

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be just fine

Posted on January 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Just Fine (haiku) Nothing understood,Nothing to rely upon—She would be just fine. What I’m Reading: “We are eroding. We are evolving. This is my mantra. The time has come to stop seeing ourselves as saviors and instead  see ourselves as human beings … Continue reading →

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in (my) this neighborhood pt. 21

Posted on January 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “Because people are a nightmare. Any system predicated on the idea of innate human decency is a joke. We’re proving that now, as we have been for centuries. That hatred, that bigotry, that superstition, that deep, deep … Continue reading →

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a constant cavil

Posted on December 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

Caustics & Acrostics For $20 someone phones me and spits insults, in Cuban-inflected Spanish, through my earpiece. I also invest in seed packs for vanity, narcissus, and temerity. My fingers are refracted in the water backing up in the sink. … Continue reading →

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depleted and paltry

Posted on December 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Email Fanfaronade Today, $50 = $100 when you make a gift to sustain… … my Ficus Audrey Tree. This is a mature tree around 6 ft tall— The fabric is Missoni and it has a pull out full-size bed. There … Continue reading →

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the babblative no

Posted on December 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

(or is it my stomach?) Dearest X, December rush, eh?Rebarbative bedfellows, yes?Assuage the babblative, no? You’ve got another December rush going and no guardian of the journal yet—you… you… you see… you see men hovering outside your window 15 & … Continue reading →

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detritus read slowly

Posted on December 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

Misbegotten Notes, USA Scrolling down a number of superimpositions they multiply—pages of writing, collages, painting, films—audio also multiplied as reading and new noise fades in… Also try flashlight projection of negatives or slides on wall and film it…. At the … Continue reading →

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december of crows

Posted on December 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It was a December of crows.” — Claire Keegan / Small Things Like These “One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow;” — … Continue reading →

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got the shakes

Posted on December 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Your Ten Favorite Holiday Memories (redux) 1. You are playing mechanized baseball: a ball bearing is pitched out of a hole, and the bat is a pinball flipper — and fwap! The ball bearing falls into one of a series … Continue reading →

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this is this

Posted on December 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Apologia Sine Qua…Compos Mentis in Capitalist Perdition There’s an app for that — it tells me I once lost a corgi and I’ve now lost a fire extinguisher. Then, there’s an app for that — which tells me to fall … Continue reading →

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