Another marvelous issue arrives just in time to see off another winter as the present becomes the past. Amphibians turn to stone in the xth year of war, toss the moon over a bowl of milk.
On the upper road of night, the work is beautiful, a budding fracture.
Lost kings and charging tributes, what’s the matter? Stomach growling? What is the truth? Barbed wire?
Fry an egg, a fragment broken off of Serbia/Finland/Australia/Vietnam/Poland/the US/Canada, or simply: the planet.
