Just kidding. Anything Davey submits to me is gold. Davey said to me, "This dagnabbed article is going to be the death of me!" Isn't Davey such a scream?
Hopefully, our beloved Davey will collect himself and get back to some actual articles, seeing as how he is a correspondent and that's what he's supposed to give me. Until that fateful day, here's his poem "Ode to Toof". It's really something.
Keep Davey in your prayers. We're all he's got. Aside from his wife and baby daughter, of course.
Digby_The_Editor
"Ode to Toof"
those inexperienced digits climb their way up jacob's ladder to the sky hole resonating those seven endless steps; plus one. as it pours and drips out of melted face; drips down the bridge and gate back into the red + black lumberjack wool that protects + insulates the flesh that begs. As the smaller children learn by example from their older siblings; quiver into pattern + recognition. subtle touch + fear as they near their doom; doom, doom, doom.... steady rhythm that counts down timeless clock, until we open our still-born eyes for first taste of light + color + sound + shape. "Where have I been?" "What took me so long?" "Why didn't anyone say any thing sooner?" "Happy Birthday!" reptilian egg-shell still moist + peeling apart; maddening beauty of past, present + future converge all the mythology + archetypes collide, unravel themselves into shock + horror + understanding.
