Editor's Note:

Can you believe it's July already. CRS is seven months old and growing like wildfire. It has a head full of hair and likes to knit high heeled socks in the kitchen sink. It can saber fight with just about any ones point of view. In this issue, it uses an Afro of golden thread and longs to give the winding river a fruity punch. You'll read about an amazing piece of outdoor art just a few blocks from where I live and see sumptuous photographs taken by a 16-year old Canadian photographer. And if that's not enough, you'll have the chance to read poetry that spills over its banks and floods a flatland of epilogue while dressed in flashy clothes for a narrative. So, make sure your tubular float is fastened tight and prepare to read the bamboozle. Something marks time with a flame then broadcast it from the bunker. Or, steady as she goes...