It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.
The words and images in this issue capture all the shifting shades of emotion and thought, from the absurd to the profound, the witty to the pious. Experience them so that your own eye and pen are quickened, darting deftly to memorialize each taffeta moment.
Archives: Fall 2011.