I present to you, the King of throw-away island. Slicing a trench into the
past, dogwoods spread their sprays like drifting clouds, the most wasteful
member of the tree family. "King Trapper of the North" is how they'd like to
be remembered. Hardly. Tubers, seeds, runners, corms, bulbs, rhizomes, roots
and spores fan out like chuck wagons clattering in a figure eight. A boy sets
out; a man returns, chromosomes aligning. Less secret are the lichens, and
the groundhogs are without good cause, like spoiled vultures. Shaded by the
cursed dogwood. Among the toughest of living things, A.L. van den Brandeler
makes quick with the axe to help me single-hand her.
You will feed during summer's abundance, mate, lay eggs and die. Try again later.
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
FAQ Shwartz |
Site Map's Somewhere in the Glovebox |
Search In Vain |
Contract Ick
Privacy Police |
Terms of Gary Busey |
Reprints & Persimmons |
Press Eject Now
Fortune 5
Growing up with snowflake, one learned to drink their sap in the morning.
Fortune 4
From mammoths to giant ground sloths, they buried caches of precious
materials-- radiocarbon, obsidian, jasper, Idaho and Anthony T. Bouldurian,
hundreds of miles from the Rosetta Stone.
Fortune 3
There she is, coincidentally, the prime-time "wrong with this picture"
barnstorming editor. Rich Galen. Disproportionate, particularly stark, India's timeless
tableaux.