Tag Archives: Snow

of the phosphenes

Posted on January 21, 2026 by istsfor manity

(the avatar of the atavist) the avatar of the atavistthe flange of the falangistthe love of the loveless the urea in your urinethe dread of the dreadnoughtthe mares in your nightmares these are a few of the thingsthese are a … Continue reading →

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three dozen moons

Posted on January 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

annihilation i. ise got exacto knife bluesthree dozen moons mirrored deepall festooned convexities waxinggibbous on repeattelescope inflectedbeak-less guttersnipes ii. / wholly holy // mawed + gashed // swallowed whole / iii. ise got arroz con pollo shakes &i look out … Continue reading →

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critical focal [{(/acuity/)}] vacuity

Posted on January 9, 2024 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “There is snow, now—A thing of silent creeping—And day is strange half-night” — D’Arcy McNickle / “The Mountains”

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nothing saintly there

Posted on November 10, 2023 by istsfor manity

The Dialectic of Finger Traps It is she who lost her hydrogen and must fetishize herself in denial. She has an uneasy remand with her lunchbox: objection, objection! The most remarkable assertion is the dialectic of finger traps, wholly without … Continue reading →

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but i digress

Posted on January 6, 2023 by istsfor manity

pero divago es un automatismo francoy elevado nada que ver con el generalísimopero en general es el género de nuestros enerosnublados & nevlados entre nuestras gestiones congeladas& fracasos helados te quiero decirte quiero pero divagodistraído en la catedraldel cuy empalado … Continue reading →

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december of crows

Posted on December 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It was a December of crows.” — Claire Keegan / Small Things Like These “One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughsOf the pine-trees crusted with snow;” — … Continue reading →

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why don’t people

Posted on March 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

SQUALL The long winter was the cause. He hit the snow plow driver with a shovel. He cut the man’s brow deeply over his left eye. A neighbor said: “Incidents like this don’t usually occur in this neighborhood.” Another said: … Continue reading →

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the vise on

Posted on January 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

Laden Snow falls from a laden leadensky in oracular fashion. A foot of it.Feet swollen and carbuncular.Feet waxen and frozen solid.The vise on an unfeeling brainloosening its grip.Darkness sets in. “I am filled with snow.There’s nothing to do nowbut wait.” … Continue reading →

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