Spring 2011

The sto­ries and poems in this issue have some­thing which demand that one stop and stare. They talk to my sens­es with a sly crack­le of elec­tric­i­ty, each con­tain­ing a short, potent thun­der­storm. Having been plant­ed well, there is an urgency to live that ten­der­ly accom­pa­nies each piece. The effect is mag­i­cal. It must be Spring. Enjoy.

–Meg Pokrass


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