hangover, therapy, potatoes
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Lists, shapes, war metaphors
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on hills and other things i want
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On migraines, John Cage, and antiphony
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Requisition everything
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On pademelons, panic, and sleeplessness
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Yesterday I woke blearily. Tired from late dinner, the failure of ocean sounds to put me out to sleep's sea, the now odd sound of someone at street lev…
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I began the day every day for a week reading Renee Gladman’s Calamities, a book I had given the illustrator for Christmas. In the book, which is compri…
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Fast Sowing seeds, some so small as to feel like salt pinched between the thumb and forefinger. Making Paris Cookies. Young and working in Paris as an …
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My friend is moving away tomorrow and I am designing gardens about it. I am a fantasist at heart but a fantasist of the most mundane: how I would desig…
Apples grown in an oblique cordon by Klaussie Williams. Walworth is fast. Bisected by the Walworth Road, it is a major thoroughfare punctuated at each …