Tag Archives: Paranoiac-Critical

sea-green epistolaries

Posted on August 11, 2026 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards flu. His … Continue reading →

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how it ended

Posted on August 10, 2026 by istsfor manity

Last Day: The City & The (Veritable) Jungle The fifth, and last, day of the Ride the Hudson Valley Tour promised to be eventful — featuring a route the length of Manhattan Island from the Bronx. What I didn’t expect … Continue reading →

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the division lines (2 posts below)

Posted on August 8, 2026 by istsfor manity

eye see eye can see with new vision eye can see the division linesin the atmospherethe elemental lines that dividethis particle from thatthe swirls in spacethose lines which orderthe world + universeour perspective—mineanyway eye see the invisible bullseyethe lineations in … Continue reading →

homonculus trapped beneath

Posted on August 7, 2026 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. in this (my) neighborhood pt. 144 Day 3: Start: Stone Ridge, NYFinish: Carmel, NYMiles: 65.56 What I’m Reading: We … Continue reading →

of eleven nails (2 entries)

Posted on August 6, 2026 by istsfor manity

A Flash Cut Before the Imminent Dissolve Mary has a budget of eleven nails—She scores her shy puppetOn a cross that revolves on the ceiling fan—In her austere grey room. Indoor Camping (Condensation Journal) My tent was drenched this morning … Continue reading →

son of violence (2 posts below)

Posted on August 5, 2026 by istsfor manity

I was a jackanapes (redux) in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre — the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled — I’m a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho … Continue reading →

am extremely thankful

Posted on August 4, 2026 by istsfor manity

It Starts With a bike ride —Just one, then another.And soon life seems dullOff of a bike. So you take anotherAnd another, and again.Then you can’t stop.Life is better on a bicycle. Any day on a bike is betterThan any … Continue reading →

in this (my) neighborhood pt.143

Posted on August 3, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Summer dilates time. It has a way of taking foreeeever to get here, and once it arrives it seems like there’s months and months ahead of you, and enough time to do all the things you dreamed … Continue reading →

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to save ourselves

Posted on August 2, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Like thunder, I’m a foreign-borne cloud that’sdrifted here, I’m lightning, and the balm of rain.Como tú, our blood rains for the dirty thirst of this land. Like thirst, like hunger, we ache with the … Continue reading →

soft and blackened

Posted on August 1, 2026 by istsfor manity

swash papaya (redux) 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 →