Tag Archives: Nonfiction

bated agonal breath

Posted on June 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

Self-Inflicted Dodo Dada (redux) A dusty path toward deliverance after a club on the head, a dark hour, a black age— Quashed then regained. Diverted, re-charted, and reoriented The crags and canyons—vertiginous—skirted. The roiling water. Up ahead the fog-smoke. We … Continue reading →

rondos of chants

Posted on June 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

[a strange fortune …] a strange fortunethe ministry where they linger—throttle linking (and also separating)belles from godsons (or ankles?)a lovely novitiatethat homely workhouse,that most quotidian of sizzles—the portcullis? what of grandmother porticoes—postage-standing façade of tendonsor is it tom-toms?pasted in plaid … Continue reading →

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dangerous extreme heat

Posted on June 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Returning to the very same place,let it be a hilltopwith a view of the night city … — Tadeusz Dąbrowski / “Hilltop” It is dangerous — extreme heat is the No. 1 weather-related killer, … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 69

Posted on June 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: forget the calls,errands at the mall —yr resolve’ssuperfluousas a clitoris. — Maureen N. McLane / “Best Laid”

dehydration set-in

Posted on June 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

end of the trail blues (350-mile tanka) the bombastic sun—humidity oppressive—deadly wet bulb tempsthe dehydration set-inbody gave out in belfast (boston, ma to belfast, me: 350 miles / 11 days) What I’m Reading: nothing is promised, sweet green girlI know … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 68

Posted on June 20, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: life has me holding a grudge pouring coffee on my recollections not revealing where the moon finds its water —Évelyne Trouillot / “A Rain of Stars”

no one weeps

Posted on June 19, 2024 by istsfor manity

no passing lane (haiku) a truck did a job —dead deer bent back on itself, ground down — no one weeps What Im Reading: and that was Lamentationsthat was just Lamentationsit was not history — Derek Walcott / “The Sea … Continue reading →

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mostly whole rodent

Posted on June 18, 2024 by istsfor manity

taloned i pedaled by a dead mouseor was it a vole — half-chewed mangled in the road i spotted an osprey by its nestwas that the killeror was it an owl a peregrinean eagle? what left a mostly whole rodenttalonedin … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt. 67

Posted on June 17, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: East Coast Greenway MAINE ROUTE: CALAIS TO KITTERY The East Coast Greenway route in Maine passes through an amazing diversity of natural and cultural history along its 390-mile route. From coastal communities and historic mill cities to … Continue reading →

the hottest ever

Posted on June 16, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week WHAT IS THE EASTERN TRAIL? Part of the East Coast Greenway, a 3000-mile pedestrian/bike trail connecting Calais, ME to Key West, FL, the Eastern Trail boasts 22 miles of off-road trail–with 65 miles planned … Continue reading →