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April 9, 1998Dear Readers,We were amazed and delighted at the wonderful submissions we received from distances far and wide. From the green palisades of the Pacific Northwest to the breezy tundras of Australia to the steamy streets of Calcutta, submissions arrived at our door. This issue surely shows the wealth and diversity of interior landscapes being recorded and shared as we move into the new millennium. Yet the topics are ones that are timeless: love, death, grief. We attempted to choose writings that reflected range, from the esoteric to the sublime.Here are poets writing about the common, mundane nuisances in life: snowbanks, lovers leaving, gray mornings. Here fiction writers explore subterranean vistas. Here a reviewer shares her moments with an anthology. At least on the surface of things, that's how it appears; underneath, a bubbling, a shaking, an endless restlessness, a soul wrestling with the chaos pervades this entire issue which is achieved through the careful attention, the microscopic examination, so to speak, of how the words play on the page. Do we believe that all of the writings here attain such a exalted state? You know the answer: they strive for it, and that to us is what matters. If the answer to the world's problems was love, the solution would be found here, in the way all of these writers reveal their "souls in motion," in the words they shape and gift to us.Until the next time,Jan |
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