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see my altar

Posted on November 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read Yesterday “I will cease waiting for someone to do something about the war, the walls, the guns, the drugs, the stupidity of leaders, and ally myself with citizens who practice the art of tossing their … Continue reading →

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does not work

Posted on November 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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swagger of hope

Posted on November 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

i dreamt i dreamt myself into beingat the aperture of solitary sanguinityit was somewhere near the sunfor i felt the furnace heat the cold tried to muscle throughbut it was kept at bayin darkness i dreamt myself into a foray … Continue reading →

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trouble falling asleep

Posted on November 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Vow (redux) He read that men who have trouble falling asleep have a twenty five percent chance of dying earlier. He vowed to never sleep again. What I’m Reading: “We must look death in the face, recognize and accept … Continue reading →

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your morning ablutions

Posted on November 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bade an Aubade to Bad (redux) You must remember an aubade is a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.You must remember your rituals—your morning ablutions.You must remember the wine colored stains on the walls … Continue reading →

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he had rounds

Posted on November 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Work (redux) Darkness begat a child—His name was Death.He had rounds to make,Appointments to keep,And so he went to work. What I’m Reading: “There’s something indecorous about measuring a corpse for their coffin, like measuring the inseam of a man’s … Continue reading →

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gimcrack tchotchke addict

Posted on November 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Signs & Legends There is no legacy in semiotics, she thought—nothing to tether to—not land, historical connection, cultural heritage—it was a deep deracination. She found no reason for planting any of her own signs, for setting her own roots, for … Continue reading →

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in this neighborhood pt.1

Posted on November 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “And not one will know of the war, not oneWill care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawnWould scarcely … Continue reading →

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the hairline crack

Posted on November 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “One of the rules of writing that stands throughout time: do not be complacent. Take risks. And most important, listen.” —Joy Harjo / Catching the Light “Are you quiet enough to hear horned … Continue reading →

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on the water

Posted on November 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Strangely Attracted to a Lack of Sense I’m feeling strangely attracted to the can of vicious motor oil in the corner. I could have said “viscous” but I’ve just come from the cornershop thrumming in a pink and light blue … Continue reading →

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