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seventh planetary boundary

Posted on September 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Blue poured into summer blue,A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,The roof of the silo blazed, and I knewThat part of my life was over. — Stanley Kunitz / “End of Summer” As floodwaters … Continue reading →

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machination foreleg tactical

Posted on September 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

icy baffles fu tanka rowlock fealty fuhummingbird machinationforeleg tacticalcardinal swath anagramaqueduct nightmare fissures What I’m Reading: At the cliff of desolation I make my homeFar from the batsThe moon will not roost — Matt Broaddus / “The Answer Is Beef”

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leaflets of color

Posted on September 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

graphic scourges thee first woundhis intermediary explorationof synesthesiac particularityakin to visual musicor graphic scourgesfrom apparent cellular shavingshanging a pendulous doctoratedrawn directly from squints+luminous winkles+leaflets of color pawpaws made into astonishing compotes scripture filled with soaks skims +sneezes +eyewitness darkroomstarot caribous+ … Continue reading →

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fruit for rotting

Posted on September 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Pocket o’ Blues (redux) Maria says posthaste when she means post-punk. It has something to do with the wiring in her head. I have a box full of letters, and she has a box full of coca leaves from her trip … Continue reading →

sharp trajectory postcard

Posted on September 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

new anesthetic warrior (haiku tercet) tenor possessionanesthetic finder dronesbreathlessly forward woodland offensive/ serviette for new retainers /circumflex ingot his fingertips zoomsharp trajectory postcardzips death from above What I’m Listening To: I could stare at the sun and sea all day … Continue reading →

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theygottagun

Posted on September 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

139 / times up 139 / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene / sure … Continue reading →

a red giant

Posted on September 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week … I’d like to writea children’s book called everybody dies. Upbeat, ofcourse, and pragmatic. You only got so manydays. Don’t think about death; when you’reready, death will think about you. — D. A. Powell … Continue reading →

pulpo plinth plinker

Posted on September 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

aquarium bully pulpit its faint deceptionfeint tall tauntgreater aidto nub octopuspulpo plinth plinkersculpture book champexterminator of clamslob oscillator camouflagethingamajigconveyor o underseaexpletive bound humblebrags aquarium bully pulpit posereight armed jabmabobsbeakman dredgerfishbone martinetemploying artificeon nectarine reeftormented suckerarmed pusherwad silt sitterinkfilled ghost our … Continue reading →

a migraine squeezing

Posted on September 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Blockhead (redux) Relevance was not his strong suit. Assonance was a mildly strong point. Dissonance was his power alley. So he detuned his lyre and randomly plucked strings. He tuned his dulcimer to F sharp and struck it with claw … Continue reading →

a day panegyric

Posted on September 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

ballad of oilcan blues oilcan receives transmissions / bluefin bulletins from fungi fishtown / ska+rock steady on the 45 / blam blam fever+phoenix city+wrong emboyo / oilcan loves the blam blam blam / loves when old time hoods call each … Continue reading →

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