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calling her again

Posted on December 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Unspools Maria heard the sirens calling her again to her home town by the sea. Another trek the length of the country was in order at the height of the plague years. Who in their right mind does this? She … Continue reading →

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i’m serious here

Posted on December 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Posthaste / Post-Punk Handbills posted in Maria’s neighborhood say: Every first Thursday Jesus Drinks Free: free Soul, R n B, Country, and Gospel starting at 8pm at the Jeannie Johnson Pub and Grill, 144 South Street, Jamaica Plain. Another says: … Continue reading →

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interstices interstices interstices

Posted on December 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

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it signifies everything

Posted on December 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Weight to the Ether My dream analyst wanders knee-deep into a slurry of images sluiced out of my subconscious. It signifies everything if one knew how to unpack dreams, she says. They give form to the formless, substance to the … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

I felt a crack in my spirit and all the heat seeped out Your lower case specialness sorted it into the proper dream categories I crashed my way out of sleep and ate breakfast earlier than usual I warmed up … Continue reading →

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don’t brown out

Posted on December 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Head Can Be A Prison Don’t Overthink It and Don’t Brown Out “By the time we die, we know everything we need to know.” — Victoria Chang / Dear Memory

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fate was fatal

Posted on December 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

At the end of the film I’m on my back staring at the night sky… The man who helped me is lying nearby—his mouth bloody… We’re lost in a thick fog of tear gas—the sky disappears above us—the occupation failed… … Continue reading →

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nothing in between

Posted on December 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Once Blue I was once blueIn my black converse IsolateInchoateAnd nothing in between “So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on December 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

You wear your indecision well. Your coterie of suitors vexed— Working out your complex geometry. Your heart a cipher— Hermetic / unbreakable. “I want to be free to try things that don’t make sense yet. I put materials together that … Continue reading →

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