when we recognize an inner dread that knows no boun-daries, as in
Wayne H.W. Wolfson's "Ghost in the Window." If we're in the mood for
something more profane -- and picaresque -- we may hope to join in
the adventures of Gwydion M. Hastur's hapless travelers in "Footprints
on the Minge." Or we may be led to more sinister undercurrents, as
in Christopher Bernard's "The Photographer's Face." On the flip side,
Llyn Clague's "Song of Private Property" is a piquant warning on the
dangers of isolation, while Thomas Robert Barnes' "Bearing" is a wry
glimpse of what happens when serendipity decides to intrude.
Whether together or alone or together
alone, we hope this missive from the wilds finds you in healthy spirits
for the year ahead, and that these words on paper (or pixels on computer
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screens, if you happen to be visiting our website) are the filaments
that set the lights of communication, commitment, and creativity burning.
-- Ho Lin
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