Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Twenty Two of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes marching dodos and hates the smell of pipe tobacco. It craves passion fruit and makes cute little sounds when I get the hic-cups. Baby has an uncanny ability to turn the words of poets into deserted sand dunes with a vast cystral blue sky. Issue Twenty Two is no exception. This month is filled with self-hypnotized photographs, along with mossing ground 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 pioson ivy 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 unsightly liposuction surgery scares and get busy...

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