This has been a week of passings. Ahh. . . sad to see the faces go. I’ve been caught up in a lot of beautiful words and light breezes. . . haven’t had much time for silliness, maybe for the better. Even more, even so, this has been a week of passings by people I barely know, either have never met or only by and by, but people nonetheless who mean something to mine. . . the unworkable arm in the sky, steady plucking. . . I don’t know. I am verklempt and slightly confused by my own personality after hearing so much about others. But isn’t it beautiful to again and again be born into large groupings, families and neighborhoods, towns, cities, genuses, all who have the ability to wrap their arms around someone else’s belly and say “I see you, and I miss you”. 

Blossom and moths, Late nights and cigarettes, women named after hard alcohol and assholes named after impressionists, lying in bed in love, wishing you hadn’t, the passage of time, Land Ark Lit Mag Volume V; these are all things we get to enjoy. And do! 

– Ed.