Editor's Note:

Welcome to issue ten of CSR! By now, you regular readers know that my only child has a knack for finding amazingly creative talent without the help of a compass. My baby can ring the glass bell of rubric language and summons the gods in the process, purely for big-hearted entertainment's sake. Issue Ten is no exception. This month you'll find stunning photographs dressed in flaming passion with brittle flowers as a bouquet, along with art that captures the fleshy locality packed with more drama than a hurricane. Add to that, a group of wonderful poets, an internationally-known music maker and one magical book review and you've got the ingredients for a vaudeville act without organs. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like a cherry tomato that just got bitten, or maybe the seeds inside as they spill across a perched tongue. Either way, the contents buzzes insistently over your taste buds with details seldom found in everyday tableware. They say there is a drinking glass for every purpose. If it's true, find the one that feels the most sensual in your hand, pour so wine in it, then get busy...