Tag Archives: Quotes

in my neighborhood pt. 121

Posted on January 31, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: You fall in love with somebody when you’re twenty-six, and you see them in all kinds of different lights and according to their potential, but after years and years of marriage and shared parenting and all the … Continue reading →

mid winter friday

Posted on January 30, 2026 by istsfor manity

bound and gagged Swallow simple propaganda pills to assuage your inner worry warts and swagger the nation — bound and gagged. I felt the blister in your bluster — a boil lanced and gushed. I heard the snivel in your … Continue reading →

is a life

Posted on January 29, 2026 by istsfor manity

Same as it ever was… How goes it here? This is a life on this side of the globe — existence in a parallel hemisphere. Here the auroras don’t shimmer so brightly — we don’t see them at all. Here … Continue reading →

assiduous maths parsing

Posted on January 28, 2026 by istsfor manity

the merits overheard in the uzbek restaurant… wayward talk of chile and ecuador, the prime stops on the silk road, techniques of the boustrophedon, raging poppy fields + too much hash… the one-upmanship: sharp… how we’ve lived through seven of … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 120 (digging out)

Posted on January 27, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: Bikeless days are a bummer. They do happen. Rain drowns the city, or snow dumps down. You have appointments to keep, and you have to show up looking more presentable than you would after an eighty-block bike … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 119

Posted on January 26, 2026 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: I am full of water but as thirst is a form of suffering, I would not wish it upon you. Instead, I will work my way through your dreaming, which I know is of endless snow fields. … Continue reading →

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almost the end

Posted on January 25, 2026 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Everything is fine: a means to endurenews cycles, historic cycles, menstrual cycles. This is walking home after work,crawling into bed naked. Night, quiet with snow. I am an empty bank account.I am a pylon … Continue reading →

unfiltered napalm nosegays

Posted on January 24, 2026 by istsfor manity

the wedlock of bath salts & sgt. orange (tanka) • mulberry stained mouth• truncheons and cigars to fear• orgasms on hate• his revulsion unfiltered• napalm nosegays in the morn’ What I’m Reading: If you ever want to feel your place … Continue reading →

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out and lost

Posted on January 23, 2026 by istsfor manity

Thumb Tapping On 19 January she wrote in her journal: It’s been six days since I fell through the crack. I’m spiraling down depression way again. The crack has been widening and if I don’t do something to sort it … Continue reading →

have my guaguancó

Posted on January 22, 2026 by istsfor manity

Bile-Yellow (redux) I often stare into the sun. It’s the only way I know to calm down. My father required it of me when I was a young boy—he broke me early and often. He was the superintendent of our crumbling … Continue reading →

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