We made it.
And look at that, you made it too. Funny how we seem to end up here in the turnstiles, the lonely motel rooms, the dining room that should be your own. Anyway, it’s good to see you again.
You’ll find these places and more within our newest issue. You might even find that thing (yes, that one) you’ve always been looking for. For us, however, and for our writers, that thing we’ve been looking for is you: someone to read our words, to tie across the shrinking globe one more tight knot.
This might seem sudden, but we like you a lot. We’ve had the pleasure many times now to introduce brand new poets and writers to you, and we’d like to quote one of them from this issue:
“Heaven ain’t got shit on you,” Reader.
Killing the Worm by Ryan Hubble
Room 109 by F.X. James
Heaven by Lee Deininger
Dark Furniture by Meredith Hadaway
Practicing by Patricia Meek
In the Bleak Midwinter by Christopher Kuhl