The Rock’s Ex-Tensions

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I arrived home from Footworks with a rock in my pocket. Throughout the next day I would notice it and think, ‘Why is this rock in my pocket?’ Pockets emptied. The Beach. Bibi.… Continue reading →

Moira Williams: Electric Sweat

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Crystal Dragon Claws bite into mountain. Mountain. Mountain vaporizes, surging wings into grasses, fences, wattled and smeared with lines, green snakes hold up skies, conjure up woes.   Propellers sluice our breaths.  … Continue reading →

Blake Morris: Memory, Proposal, Exchange

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Walking is a memory practice. There is no way to remember, nor record, every aspect of the walk. I took no pictures, and few notes, which I have since misplaced. I retain only… Continue reading →