Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

luna moths were

Posted on August 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Anything But That (redux) 1.Wild dogs, squirrels, feral hogs, and bear were constant staples of our cook pots. We used them to supplement our two pounds allotment of rice each month. 2.“I brought everything but that. I deny the existence … Continue reading →

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shapes are terrifying

Posted on August 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading →

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can’t step foot

Posted on August 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading →

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cooked to perfection

Posted on May 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

roil (ukiah poem) coronal mass ejectionroil bubble and boilthe earth cooked to perfection What I’m Reading: “Yet recent analysis shows there is now a 48 per cent chance of temporarily exceeding 1.5°C within the next five years.” — New Scientist … Continue reading →

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while oceans acidify

Posted on May 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

planet b tanka ain’t no planet bwe made planet a real sickwildfires spewingfire tornadoes miles highwhile oceans acidify What I’m Reading: “A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope—the only obligation is honesty . . . “ — Bill McKibben / … Continue reading →

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was a way

Posted on May 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

minutes pass / there are two left (redux) i.los minutos pasanquedan dos and then there was a multifoliatea multiplicity, a multivariate, a multiplication that startedwith two but here in this space, in thisvoid there is only one only one that … Continue reading →

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the hot edge

Posted on May 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

sadness and fury sadness and furyand also, remarkably, hopebut it fadesoh it fadesin the hazeat the hot edgeof 1000 ppm20 feet of water comingbest learn to swimbest learn to rowbest to prepyr rocketto nowheresnow What I’m listening to: “So this … Continue reading →

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crack through asphalt

Posted on April 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Shadow Haiku Weeds crack through asphaltVines choke exposed steel rebarMan but a shadow What I’m Reading: “Without recognizing it, we have already stepped over the threshold of such a change. I believe that we are at the end of nature.” … Continue reading →

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sharp even here

Posted on April 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rasped Haiku Her sickness resolved—Distilled, rasped clean by feverDreams, sharp even here. What I’m Reading: “No star burns forever . . . the world will eventually literally end.” — Emily St. John Mandel / Sea of Tranquility

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of the shadow

Posted on April 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Death of Tane Then there was the sickness—So hot.The vault of heaven darker,Then darker still,A black sunAt end.It was succeeded by the shadowOf the shadow—SpreadingNearer and nearer to the pin prickOf lightDestroyed.Distant,To the west,A white effluent—Soft and yielding—Fades. What … Continue reading →

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