There’s a wandering man. Where does he go? There’s a wandering man out in the snow. There’s a wandering man. He walks slow. There’s a wandering man. He breathes smoke. There’s a wandering man. He looks cold. There’s a wandering man. He turns a corner. There’s a wandering man. I can see him no longer. There’s a wandering man. Is that my father?
Sage Pantony is a queer and non-binary writer and zinester. They primarily write creative non-fiction, poetry, and semi-fiction. Their work covers a variety of topics such as gender, sexuality, relationships, mental health, trauma, spirituality, and creativity. They are the author of a handful of zines, including a trilogy about transitioning as a non-binary person. Their work has appeared in several small publications over the years, and they self-publish to their blog.
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Love the pic…wow love the story
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Thanks. Someone said it sounded like the beginning of a dark children’s book.
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lOL well it could be!
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