Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

gimcrack tchotchke addict

Posted on November 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, for … Continue reading →

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the hairline crack

Posted on November 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “One of the rules of writing that stands throughout time: do not be complacent. Take risks. And most important, listen.” —Joy Harjo / Catching the Light “Are you quiet enough to hear horned … Continue reading →

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this moment desiccated

Posted on November 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Etiolated (redux) Your voice echoes through the ages — as if from the depths of dry amphora. Pushcarts and tumbrils full of the dregs of the failed american experiment. A skim of cream and a puff of smoke are equal … Continue reading →

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a floating shadow

Posted on November 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading →

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rejoice our dead

Posted on November 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (redux) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty … Continue reading →

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the frustration detective

Posted on October 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

More Warping Memos from the Building Managment @ N+13 Happy Halloween Monday. There will be trim-or-treating by chips in the Tracksuit and Townhouses on Monday October 31 from 5-7 pm. The chips will trim-or-treat only in the apostrophes where owners/renters … Continue reading →

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trash and food

Posted on October 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “…and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.” — Charles Bukowski / Notes of a Dirty Old Man “When I lace my boots, before stepping … Continue reading →

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what is correct

Posted on October 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hanging Chain Cholla The difficulty grows. Driving. Trying to get back. Something amiss. Disagreements. House not a home. Airy space in the country. Windows down. Smell of desiccated earth. What is correct? Who decides? Three rough looking men on the … Continue reading →

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around us yipping

Posted on October 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

There Were Leeches She says to walk with her and she’ll take me to them. As we set out an animaloid—something that resembles a small and lithe hyena—runs circles around us. She seems to know this beastie. It nips at … Continue reading →

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my disco pickle

Posted on October 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Every little tilde valve, every lifted seawall, every raised house only purchases time, not a permanent fix.” — Madeline Ostrander / At Home on an Unruly Planet “XBB is a nasty little subvariant. … Continue reading →

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