The Botany of Desire in progress

A poem by Sean Yeaton

we relied on humidity to quench our thirst at night

drinking sweat was our private thing.


how many love stories have a scene in paris

on a balcony

two lovers

each behind a cigarette

and in front of god




Ode to Grandma Beverly.


Long ago, when I was a little 5-year-old, I was exploring around in the woods up at my cabin. Picking flowers and such. I decided to go lay down in the bunk house at the top of the hill, but instead was greeted by my topless grandmother who was mid change. Her eyes lit up like a Broadway singer stretching out a dying breath of air. She was just as frightened as I was. Here is my first little animation inspired by that revealing experience. God love ya, Bev.

Let's grab our bikinis and run for the hills!

© Jenavieve Belair

Day dreaming of far away lands this morning!

"If the world didn't suck we would all fall off..."

-Matthew Zeller, age 12


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