SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2006
Dr.Death
You unearth me. And sendme packingback to the orbiting
tern of the self. You glo=itterr by the ocean’s edge, out beyonfd
Edgar’s cape.
Go! make your appointed
roiunds. Painted dignitary
...
to the apothecary.
Chemist with a thousand stars in each eye.
Your pigskin freckles tickle me. Your
heart built of a million spearson fire. Noiseless as a printer
without power.
-Fredrick Farryl Goodwin
About the Author
Frederick Farryl Goodwin 's work has appeared in Harvard Review, The Gig's Synopticon, Margie, and Paris Transatlantic. He lives in Lunenberg, Massachusetts.
