Tag Archives: Nonfiction

in a swirl

Posted on November 13, 2023 by istsfor manity

Animus My alms / my ownRecast myself as repast In a swirl of discordMy poisons / my own What I’m Reading: “The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bellsFor seven in the morning.” — Allen Grossman / “The … Continue reading →

the fairies hide

Posted on November 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

Posted on November 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading →

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the long loneliness

Posted on October 22, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… even a good man was more deadly than the worst of bears…” — Lauren Groff / The Vaster Wilds “Glück’s death marks a line break, but not a full stop, to a … Continue reading →

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people didn’t listen

Posted on June 11, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… the earth screeches, plates collapse,the walls lose their grip on the paintings,nothing is aligned like the planets we think we understand.” — Antonella Anedda / “Historiae 2” “I don’t know whyI keep … Continue reading →

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bouquet of bones

Posted on March 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I (Barely) Read This Week “Pick your place anywhere in the world and Great Salt Lake is a mirror reflecting a flashing light on what is coming and what is already here. Our natural touchstones of joy … Continue reading →

everything will pass

Posted on March 12, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Together we must learn to live as brothers or together we will be forced to perish as fools.” — Martin Luther King, Jr. / Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community? … Continue reading →

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with wounded nerves

Posted on March 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Some people believe that if they were to join the climate movement now, they would be among the last. But that is very far from true. In fact, if you do decide to … Continue reading →

can’t make sense

Posted on February 26, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… racism is about power, and the solving of it relies in part on people being willing to give up power.” — Hanif Abdurraqib / A Little Devil in America “… noncooperation with … Continue reading →

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see what grows

Posted on February 19, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “So it is better to speakrememberingwe were never meant to survive.” — Audre Lorde / “A Litany for Survival” “Poets don’t make money. If you’re not looking for, ‘Oh, I want to write … Continue reading →