by Mark Bibbins, Editor
The Labour of Being Studied in a Free-Love Economy
My daughter celebrates May Day by ring-rosing a stripper pole. She’s a herdsman who closed her eyes in a lemon grove,
Our Baby
I’m the father of symbolic logic, you’re the mother of all hydroplanes. Our little mister multiverse — tiny and perfect like Joseph Gordon Levitt — is a hypothetical fire truck vibrating to the…