Tag Archives: Nonfiction

the country splintering

Posted on July 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It is day infinityof everyone wanting me dead. People are having funbringing lemon squares and automatic artillery to the anti-trans community meetings. — Jackie Sabbagh / “Having a Great Time Being Transgendered in America … Continue reading →

thick with avarice

Posted on July 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

sun city sinking (tanka+) sun city sinkinginto the ocean—built ontequesta middens—vain and thick with avariceso high on its own supply (glug … glug … glug… glug…) What I’m Reading: In 20 or 30 years, someone is going to find a … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged Chance Operations, Creative Writing, Cut-Up Writing, Dream Notation, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Haiku, Microfiction, Nonfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Quotes, Tanka, Ukiah, Writing | Leave a comment

in this heat

Posted on July 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

those of us those of us who fled our southern hometownsbecause of disingenuousnessbecause of intolerancebecause of hyper-conservatismbecause of the heat and the hatebecause of hypercapitalismbecause of retrograde and regressive tendencies (we know all of the above are not endemic to … Continue reading →

mine. Dark. Wasteland.

Posted on July 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone (redux) We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell … Continue reading →

perdition and desolation

Posted on July 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

No Easy Way Down Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?” To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?” “You are very angry, aren’t you?” “Again, do I know you, sir?” He moved about her … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 75

Posted on July 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grass — T.S. Eliot / “The Hollow Men”

just ain’t content

Posted on July 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

ire just ain’t contentwith anything at the moment—what more to say? What I’m Reading: We are now in an era of loss and damages. — Saleemul Huq / “Life at 1.1 C “ / The Climate Book: The Facts and … Continue reading →

we sailor skid

Posted on July 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

Deathbed Compact (redux) We vowed a deathbedcompact. We sagaprototypes, classicists,& evergreens. We ordinancein & out of time. We be farcicalmasons. We ebb & floelike Greenland ice sheetsunder successive heatdomes. We sailor-skidspanner ewers. We pesosunsets. We illumine pennybardos. What I’m Reading: Most species … Continue reading →

Posted in Writing | Tagged Chance Operations, Creative Writing, Dream Notation, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Microfiction, Nonfiction, Paranoiac-Critical, Photography, Poetry, Prose Poetry, Quotes, Writing | Leave a comment

milliseconds of fat

Posted on July 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

yield time and space yield to no onetho anthropogenic change has slowedthe spin of the earthmilliseconds of fatwater around the equatoryou and your grandchildren’s grandchildrenmay not note it but the meta—verses will: a financial irregularitya capitalization a millisecond too latemega … Continue reading →

a savage republic

Posted on July 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

swash papaya a swash papaya rolls gently onto my toes—desolate place this—oil sheens in eddies on sand once whitejust what is that color now? the swash papaya inediblesoft and blackened on its equator—equality evanesces much like a savage republicreplaces what … Continue reading →