The Purgatory Gate I Skies crackled overhead. Was it lightning or something of fouler origins? Unsure, he nudged the iron visor from his eyes. Never before had he witnessed such deviancy from the greys and blues of the skies above, save for the melting pinks that bled into winter mornings above the village. Now theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: S.R. Malone”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

Frogs “Grow grass, stone frogs,” written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colorful acid pills in dresser draws, no clothes, kaleidoscope condoms,  ostentatious sex. No Bibles or Sundays that anyone remembers. Rochdale College, Toronto, Ontario 1972, freedom school, free education. Makes no sense, when you’re high on a song “American Woman” blasting¬† eardrums and policeContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”