Editor's Note:

I can't believe it's been four months since CSR was born! Every time I look at it I have to smile. And why not. You'd smile too at such a lovable publication even if its little turf of hair doesn't help at all when trying to figure out what sex it is. But who cares about such trivial matters when you're young and foolish and forced to sleep in your own crib anyway. The only thing that really matters is who's dropped by this month to share their talented contributions via poetry, photography and art. They'll capture your action like no reality show ever could. So scroll down and feel the unnaturally opaque air back-lit by a stove of glowing coals, which combined with the rising temperature of an earlier than normal spring, will be all the motivation you need to read the entire issue in one sitting. And if you don't, I bring the baby over to your place along with every dog in this apartment building during one of your delightful cocktail parties. Get the hint? Then get reading...