Friday, February 1, 2008

Editor's Note:

Welcome to the fourteenth issue of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes imported chocolate and hates to eat with a bib even if the high chair is eco-friendly. It is nocturnal and has the uncanny ability to turn the words of poets into slices of pecan pie or an old-fashioned hayride on a warm summer night's dream. Issue Fourteen is an excellent example. This month CSR is filled with stunning photographs by a California freelancer, along with art that has a cappella in its headphones. Add to that, a group of wonderful poets, an intriguing music maker and one magical book review and you've got the ingredients for a bubbling concoction that most people think smells like shrimp gumbo. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like The 1812 Overture with the cannons. Or no one knew she was bow-legged. Either way, this issue will tickle your taste buds with delights seldom found in outhouses. So escape from the tiger enclosure and get busy...

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