By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges…

By: Balu George  There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum…