Forrest Gander

Firs trembled at the edge of a massive debris flow in the asphalt-heat of summer just between you and me, said the field guide in an undertone leaning forward, you have to get beyond the expectation that you’re ever going to pull things together it was a queer thing to say in ...

Even when we realized we’d stopped, in every essential way stopped moving forward, when we came to see we were descending, even more tightly bound to the vortex as images rushed by in front of us and a blue whale rotted on the sand in Bolinas, its stink drifting southward ...

For Eiko & Komo dragging her fingernails across the air as she comes stage left, he steps from darkness into his flesh under the minatory glare of X the flexed tendons of his fingers, her eyes and lips flare when he stumbles she is aware without looking almost they embrace ...