Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Askold Skalsky Dog Days In late July Dido the Gargoyle sits on the shelf and draws up its knees, watching with a bemused stare as we eat our dinners quietly, feeling the heat, the burned out lawn, the sun swollen with fury like a general returning home in the blood red passion of his blood red cloak. Next Poem
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