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intricate little communities, hooking up and squabbling and commiserating and creating together over this World Wide Web, everything as free and breathable as air. Cynicism may rule the day, as our links to each other get clogged with white noise, misunderstandings and sheer overload -- and what to say about a system that continues to perpetuate us after death, our thoughts and history co-opted as profile pages and web traffic? But even as spam mail threatens to crash our systems, and iPads and Kindles threaten to render publications like this obsolete, we choose to tolerate the bitter and find solace in the sweet. Thanks to the web version of this site (www.caveat-lector.org) our reach has expanded from being a local Bay Area publication to an Internet presence that attracts submissions from all corners of the globe (as far away as India and Africa, just to name two 
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regions who have contributed to recent issues). Electronic media (and its attendant loss of privacy and control) may signal the end of life as we know it, but we also treasure the opportunities to greet new artistic comrades-in-arms through all avenues, electronic or otherwise. It's all about the link, after all. So in that vein, we hope you enjoy the estimable writers and poets who grace this issue, but also hope you'll also peruse the Caveat Lector website, which features a strong array of multimedia contributors this month. Poet Joan Gelfand and musician Marty Castleberg have created some enticing audio concoctions; Nara Denning showcases a winsome yet astonishing short film; and just to toot my horn, my rock band Camberwell Carrot has something less than reverent to say about getting fucked up. 
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