Tag Archives: Snow

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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