crocodile days
by Patrick Doyle Over the last few days I’ve felt like I have a crocodile on my body, all jade colored and sparkling like a beautiful
You Pond
by Patrick Doyle yr freckles are like triumphant little sunburns of beauty. every one of them is a lilypad on the pond of your soul. my swarm of
existential love seat
by Patrick Doyle hunting in the trees of Maine in 1969, a psychedelic phenomenon would launch itself like a pinetree version of NASA: a curious
Figment Three
by Gerald George He just kept buying them in antique stores, the old framed photoed faces with no names on the back, so many displaced
Figment Two
by Gerald George After old Archibald put in an espresso machine, all the poets in town sat in Archibald’s Grocery and Gas drinking espresso and
Witness Tree
by Marcia F. Brown On the Civil War battlefield at Gettysburg, historians call them “Witness Trees” . . . Last week, Park officials