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by Erich Schweikher


When writing my signature I remember the beauty of her accusation. How she entered the room natural and unpredictable. The picture was much the same. A slight cock of the head and the smile beginning to stretch unevenly. All her weight on her left forearm. I wanted to call her sinister, but that was her word for me and always in quotations. The alignment of her body held. She always led with grammar and pointed optimism. Continue reading

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by Erich Schweikher

This conscious attempt to see is producing sensations of searching
As in a museum – or walking off balance, hurrying forward in order to compensate for the weight of my eyes and even then leaning – I am drawn from one thing to another Continue reading

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