Craig Foltz:
Lexicons Are Immaterial
Craig Foltz:
The Blush of Statistics
Craig Foltz:
Unit Standards
Craig Foltz:
Mollusks and Other Bean Counters
Craig Foltz:
Boaties Don't Count.
Craig Foltz:
In this one, the mountain is inverted
Craig Foltz:
No trespassing
Craig Foltz:
Willpower on display
Craig Foltz:
The spines of books
Craig Foltz:
The limits of the external world.
Craig Foltz:
Nothing Is Accurate
Craig Foltz:
Here Are Some Things We're Not
Craig Foltz:
The Things We Create & The Things We Destroy
Craig Foltz:
The Wedding Party
Craig Foltz:
Where It Starts Is Where It Ends
Craig Foltz:
G Is For Glissade
Craig Foltz:
Viscosity has everything to do with it.
Craig Foltz:
A substitute for post millenial tension.
Craig Foltz:
Here’s a pile of ashes, now rise up.
Craig Foltz:
I’m not a monster.
Craig Foltz:
What We Say When We Run Out Of Things To Say
Craig Foltz:
Let Me Begin With A Memory
Craig Foltz:
The Shadowy Imprimatur Of Death
Craig Foltz:
Full Moon Over New Neighbours
Craig Foltz:
A Place The World Will Never Know
Craig Foltz:
We Love The Moon
Craig Foltz:
OK This Is The Pops
Craig Foltz:
Don't Bump Your Head
Craig Foltz:
The Grimy Precursor To World War 4
Craig Foltz:
Speaking Of Ghosts
