Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

she drove on

Posted on January 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Repent Maria could not.Maria would not.She drove on, not stopping anywhere in the south—arriving on fumes just north of the Mason-Dixon line.Then the overwhelming colorfast would resolve—the cobwebs would scatter.Then she would hibernate through the remaining plague times.Repent?No! “Hope is … Continue reading →

the upcoming struggle

Posted on January 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

01/01/2022 Awake in a daze. So much to look forward to at once, then you must deconstruct it into 365 pieces and concern yourself with just this one here. It’s usually colder than most other days. Earnestness is often overdone, … Continue reading →

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off she went

Posted on December 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Left Maria realized the more time passed the more one was alone, adrift, assailed. The only point was there was no point. Survive one more day, one more hour. There was nothing left for Maria to do but go … Continue reading →

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her next move

Posted on December 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Viral Avoidance Two-Step Maria slipped through the mangrove swamps—apropos, considering the strangeness of the inland country—all manner of bird calls but not a single bird visible. She retraced the miles back south to her home town by the sea—but was … Continue reading →

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word piles high

Posted on December 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude I (Palimpsest Thick) She wrote in minusculeHandwriting—On a cuneiform roll She cut and pasted sillyPutty—In canted abandon She printed the wordAnocracy—A word unknown She layered a palimpsestThick—With self-inflicted pain She built the word pilesHigh—She tried. She failed.She failed again.She … Continue reading →

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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

Interstices INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES INTERSTICES … 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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you flay me

Posted on December 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879 O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…O, you striker of fishImpaler of IchthysHypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblableYou 3-tined piker! You make rampikes of gills—Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—Flake … Continue reading →

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