Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Twenty Three of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes stem-ironed nighties and hates the smell of burnt toast. It craves passion cashews and makes cute little sounds when a marching band goes by. Baby has an uncanny ability to turn the words of poets into a canal of gondolas with every rower singing. Issue Twenty Three is no exception. This month is filled with self-hypnotized photographs, along with muse-making 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 festive grape juice. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like the green in blades of grass. Or he only shoveled compost for a living. Either way, this issue will highjack your interest with delights seldom found in damp firewood. So forget about your unsightly liposuction scares and get busy...