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Passporting
With a stamp on my customs form and passage through to baggage claim, the greeting, each time, is “welcome home.” My guess is that border officials are instructed to give this specific welcome. I’m usually caught off guard by the expressiveness, the theatrics of which make me feel I’ve been caught on camera. But I…
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Cultural studies in lockdown.
Portugal, January 2021. There is a new national duty and it involves staying at home. Working from home, too. Netflixing at home, too. Eating at home, also. All restaurants are closed. And cafés, too? (Read: pastel de nata & espresso). Cafés too. Hair salons are closed. There is collective rage about this. Manicurists are closed.…
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Pallor and Glow
Color has drained from the face. This feels like a permanent state. I run my hands through water and take them to skin. The mirror feeds back flesh that I don’t recognize. It is tired, lined, mine? Mine. Also, 2020’s. In their sum, the year’s days feel collectively drained of a pigment. Each person has…
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Hiatus and Poem
Hi! Valk Fisher has been on a serious hiatus, which is something I suspect I would write about absent the overexhaustion of pandemic parenting, which, I will still say, has also been a lifetime of magic. Blog post to come on this, sometime! In the meantime, a poem of mine was published in an Oxford…
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On Motion and Stillness
Valk Fisher has been on a hiatus! I’ve been working on a few other projects. I’m back. Stay tuned for regular posts to come. I lie flat, rocking my weight from glute to glute. Beneath the sweat-soaked towel, the water-engorged plastic of my yoga mat inflates and compresses like a sponge. I shift.…
