If You’ve Ever Eaten Toad – C.M. Saunders

It is a memory that will stay with me forever. Sitting on a bench in the park eating ice cream with my lover on a fine autumn afternoon, marveling at the way the sun danced off his kind, black eyes and the light breeze tussled his hair. Overhead, birds and dragonflies swooped. At that moment, as I stared deep into …

I Am Francis – Reed Rvenrick

Yes, I’m Francis wandering spring fields and blossoming orange groves—not Italy this time ‘round the existential merry- go-round, but reincarnated, as some say, here on a peninsula of similar shape, if smaller size, but still reminding of the sun-lit miracle beheld in this life of sub-tropical light and trees and Saint Augustine’s grass, and even the trick of how my …