Tag Archives: Nonfiction

in the freezer

Posted on May 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

Ten Things Overheard at the Decemberists Show — I didn’t expect it to be so cold . . . now it’s raining! — Grab the Bruins hat! — They’re playing “Seasons in the Sun!” — We’re going to start with … Continue reading →

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be the change

Posted on April 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

Unbroken Tanka The antic days drift,Unbroken, day after dayInto the ether. Decolonize your brain stem —Be the change you want to live. What I’m Reading: For years the thought of you scorched my eyeballsNow all is well under the scalding … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood pt. 60

Posted on April 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A city will know that it’s succeeded in becoming a cycling city when people don’t think of themselves as cyclists – riding a bicycle is just the way to get around. — Melissa Bruntlett & Chris Bruntlett … Continue reading →

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is creeping faster

Posted on April 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week It was hypnagogic sitting with him on the vinyl sofa tucked under the vibrating signs THRILLS, LOVE, and THE BRIGHT & THE SHINY as bluegrass twanged. We talked deeply over Bengali food . . … Continue reading →

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action and reaction

Posted on April 21, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . we’ve gone over from the relative freedoms of capitalism to technofeudalism, in which those who control the platforms have direct control over the rest of us, reducing us to the station … Continue reading →

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ash for you

Posted on April 14, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week There is a fine line between losing yourself and finding your deepest truths. Sometimes there is no line at all. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” / Bicycling The frequency with which bicyclists … Continue reading →

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the devil’s williwaw

Posted on April 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

10 Texture Related Moments in a Frou Frou Life 1. Wispy smoke tree fingers dying / story of Jesse. 2. Dry spotted witch alder leaves on my hand / apparitions in black. 3. Cold rasping breeze / the devil’s williwaw. … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 59

Posted on April 8, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Cycling was a way of staying in motion and coming home to myself. When nothing else made sense, I could go—dissolving into breath and sky—and let the wind rearrange me. — Laura Killingbreck / “Into the Wind” … Continue reading →

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woman among men

Posted on April 7, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . “Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal.” It might also be said that a city becomes extra-cityish, more seething and carnivalesque, from the vantage point of … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 58

Posted on April 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: A cycling life begins in a blaze of glory. For hours or days or weeks, you still don’t know how to ride a bicycle. You wobble and lurch and wipe out, locked in a pitiful struggle with … Continue reading →

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