ONLY IN A
SMALL WAY HEROIC
This issue is devoted to Poetry, the
kind of stuff you maybe read once,
after five years, and then which dwindles
away to time, forgotten forever, and
never seen again. Such, such is the
path of poetic life as well. There's no
shadow in this meager sunlight. And
all things lose shape after a while.
Those pillows sag, and, damn, that
faucet always leaks. This issue is
devoted to Poetry, for keeps.