Great things always show up on the doorstep during the week before Christmas, so when I opened this exquisite little number I was immediately thinking about where I'd wear it, and promptly threw it over my shoulder with a flourish, only to realize that it was the new issue of The Journal, not a fly new bahtik shawl. Oh, the papercuts!
Seriously though, it's a damn good read, featuring the likes of Charles Jensen and John Gallaher and my BGSU homie of yesteryear, George Looney. I love litmags and subscribe to many (not to mention all of the residual copies from unwon contests), but usually I'm in no hurry to consume them like triscuits. This issue is an exception. And look how seamlessly it blends into granite!
Sir Gallaher, some time you need to tell me which poets you read/enjoy. I think we have some aesthetic things in common. Maybe it's the detachment.
I will be spending the weekend sequestered in a remote location, sans internet, until all of the papers are graded. Many kudos to those who teach fiction workshops on a regular basis. I am spending like 8+ hours on 15 portfolios. Pretty soon I will start blending into granite too.