Spring 2021
The business of words keeps me awake. — Anne Sexton
Issues
Winter 2020
I come before you to stand behind you and tell you something I know nothing about. — Traditional
Autumn 2020
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,And more than echoes talk along the walls. — Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard
Summer 2020
. . . wherever his pen dyes paper black, Night reaches up to etch itself. — Rutherford