"In the fast, clean Catacomb, Plank cuttings..." / Poems at Animal Farm
Dearest thou, such a long time has been passed, such things transpire in this country. I counted among those children who are the century. A few poems have made their way to Animal Farm, a New York quarterly putting out Orwellian slants, zealous poetry, writing philosophically/emotionally aligned to that other Animal Farm. Among whom I am glad to exist. Among whom I am a kind kind pig.