Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

in (my) this neighborhood pt. 23

Posted on March 30, 2023 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “The world is washedin yellow,& behind eachdoor — another door.” — Marisa Siegel / “Dear Emily”

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with wounded nerves

Posted on March 5, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Some people believe that if they were to join the climate movement now, they would be among the last. But that is very far from true. In fact, if you do decide to … Continue reading →

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a euchre poultice

Posted on January 16, 2023 by istsfor manity

Email from the Northern Country @ N+14 Hi Neighbors! Do you know leeks? I would lump to start a coalfield fire that meets subterraneanly on occasion and smolders . I did this when I lived in Michigan—it’s a veritable furnace! … Continue reading →

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this town was

Posted on January 14, 2023 by istsfor manity

sloughed (haiku) she sloughed off the past—this town was her place of birth,but she not of it.

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the tuna satsuma

Posted on December 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

damn yam man he’s the damn yam man—dire—gets worse by the dazea comma swiper, a foothold grifter:schemes the pearl butterflies& dark alley luresweighs the buttercup thesisagainst his peppercorn life he screams of unexpiredroentgen megatons—names his fireflies by heart he’s the … Continue reading →

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3 years ago today

Posted on December 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

A Rare Delectation (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” spinning in his head.  He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing their performance on that Saturday morning in 1973.  The gold and ruddy light of it.  The smoking jacket … Continue reading →

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in a bedpan

Posted on December 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

More Community Emails @ N+8 Gasbag Radio (Price: free) Posted by: Linda Marmoset in Other Jacks I have a gasbag radio that I do not need. Unfortunately, it dogmas and doesn’t follow-through under beefburger strainer, but might be good in … Continue reading →

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apropos of nothing

Posted on December 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

Veering Towards Valerium Venerium Where’s the action? The waves? The munitions? The minions? I don’t particularly dislike others but you might say I have an unresolved self-loathing issue ricocheting about in my cranium—and it’s rather spacious in there because I … Continue reading →

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your inebriate life

Posted on December 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Room for You at the Bottom of the Bay The A plane by way of A. Johnson, brought down by ritual and lack of victuals. Deadeth on arrival: thorny ocotillos and twenty minute count downs. Tomorrow I’ll learn about writing … Continue reading →

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i yearned to

Posted on December 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first … Continue reading →

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