Tag Archives: Nonfiction

a culture war

Posted on April 6, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Is there a bicycle culture war happening on the streets right now? It sure does seem like it, as conversations turn from differences in policy to inflammatory and, yes, hate-fuelled rhetoric. Do bicyclists represent … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 88

Posted on April 5, 2025 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: WILL I JUST KEEP GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS UNTIL THE DAYTHEY COME ARREST ME, TOO? WILL WE LOOK BACK AND SAY“WHAT THE HELL WERE WE DOING?” WHY DID WE KEEP TRYINGTO LIVE OUR NORMAL LIVES?” “DID WE … Continue reading →

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true existential argonaut

Posted on April 4, 2025 by istsfor manity

SLR (redux) It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex … Continue reading →

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chaos undergirding all

Posted on April 3, 2025 by istsfor manity

How I Became The Scarified Boy (a thingamajiggy) This takes place everywhere and nowhere at once. At the center of a spin art piece before the paint reticulates out; in manifold dusty, dark spaces; in destitute backyards choked with crabgrass; … Continue reading →

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narrowing inward turn

Posted on April 2, 2025 by istsfor manity

(unchecked / unimpeded) tanka+ what is this place now?a narrowing inward turn—the shock of the real— falling short of our ideals—original sin baked in (now flourishes unchecked / unimpeded) What I’m Reading: A common stereotype about people on bikes is … Continue reading →

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wear my cassock

Posted on April 1, 2025 by istsfor manity

These Wires Are Live (redux) I was begat by malpractice & malfeasanceDeath had no use for me Because I would not squat for deathThere would be no dearth of fezzes(and jaunty chapeaus) Have I got a crazy memory for you—Nine … Continue reading →

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the light hiding

Posted on March 31, 2025 by istsfor manity

heliotropism (redux) my heart distills my bloodheliotropelooking for a sun a plantation of hatefulverdigrisfactors out to flow out big star not too farseveranceruns rampant over my tripartite welcomeparsethe light hiding from guards foiling the crowdsoutin the rain i carelesseach passing … Continue reading →

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like plate tectonics

Posted on March 30, 2025 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week But you. Rain on the hot sidewalk.Turned mist. Handsome aura. Gone. — Nicole Callihan / “Summer Elegy” The sky is low and charged with snow that has not yet begun to fall. A flock … Continue reading →

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pain i await

Posted on March 29, 2025 by istsfor manity

I Wait There’s no crying in trying—Pain is the upshot of doingPain is the upshot of failing— Pain I await No pain no rain no Maine(at the border with Canada) Now I can change these things from what I’ve learntNow … Continue reading →

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the immediate future

Posted on March 28, 2025 by istsfor manity

Important Life at Home Only biking 11 miles feels as if something is lacking.  Not getting on the road and pedaling through the day seems as if I’m bereft of something. But I’ll be back at it soon—making my way … Continue reading →

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