Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Twenty One of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes wars that are born limbless and hates klieg lights at the construction site. It craves juicy apples and makes cute little sounds when I get tangled in the seaweed. Baby has an uncanny ability to turn the words of poets into a romantic scene with a smooth jazz background. Issue Twenty One is no exception. This month is filled with wave-proof photographs, along with seeping-glue art. Add to that, a group of stunning poets, an intriguing music maker and one magical book review and you've got the possibility of a bug bed infection. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like the inside of a fumigation suit. Or he only shoveled compost on weekends. Either way, this issue will highjack your interest with delights seldom found in cashews. So forget about your set of mundane surgical scares and get busy...