Tag Archives: Nonfiction

before we give thanks …

Posted on November 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

… thee thanksgiving reader The United States has a particularly blood-soaked history. By some measures, the country has been engaged in wars for 93.5 percent of all years between 1775 and 2018. The Founders explicitly regarded the country as an … Continue reading →

eat the burglary

Posted on November 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

undesirable tendencies a welfare check on my chickpeasa moral bankruptcy pulls mefrom a restraint on my stoopa clue found in my miniature espresso rasp—my neurons are frayedwhile packing peanuts + PFAS dilute my membranesthumb-actuated airguns are hard to beat silt … Continue reading →

watch those shards

Posted on November 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

Bound to Find a Match Pucker pool azaleas and grand inquisitor kabobs for late lunch. The wine chalice dry. Your cilice wet with the blood of your midday scourge. The puppies in the box yipping by the sacistry. The girl … Continue reading →

light the darks

Posted on November 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

avant-garde puppetry avant-garde puppetry is the way to hunger+wantrecuse urself from responsibility nowu snake ur way out of the systemur avant-garde poetry falls on deaf earsthink of ur future think of ur peerspeerage is for slags u sayu choose ur … Continue reading →

can have joy

Posted on November 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week We CAN have joy and OWN our alienation at the same time. — Jeff Tweedy / World Within a Song: Music That Changed My Life and Life That Changed My Music America, like hope’s … Continue reading →

when mama was moth

Posted on November 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xxii — xxv) Cool 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 … Continue reading →

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you are like the tuber of calcaneus

Posted on November 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xvii — xxi) On 19 January 2020 Maria wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack. I’m spiraling down depression way again. The crack has been widening and if … Continue reading →

reminds me of dr. strangelove’s voice

Posted on November 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (xiii — xvi) “I’m from the northern part of the state, and we don’t see this kind of nonsense up there. It’s just not done this way where I’m from.” Milton Sosquade, the boy’s … Continue reading →

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my kickshaw rickshaw

Posted on November 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (ix — xii) On day three of the new year Maria found herself near Holguin, Cuba. The campesinos in the fields seemed appropriate for the campestral scene she was painting, but the kestrel nailed … Continue reading →

a penchant for pariah perplexes

Posted on November 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

(continued) 31 pieces of the auto-sedition quilt (v – viii) On the last day of 2019 he told me: “It was sometime in October of 1940, when Mom was a five-month-old fetus, that she developed the egg that would one … Continue reading →