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 writer, poet, and zinester. They have been making zines since 2019 that have been featured in stores, libraries, and fairs across North America. Sage’s work covers topics like education, activism, gender, sexuality, mental health, trauma, and creativity. They currently reside in Tiohtià:ke/Montréal with their partner and cat. You can check out their zines at www.sagepantony.com or follow them on Bluesky or Tumblr @sage-pantony.
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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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