Issue 4!

Issue number four beckons us out of our winter den, arouses us to move beyond the margins, beyond the threshold. Think of Narcissus navel-gazing in limpid pools of snowmelt. Think of wearing sandals without socks. Tiptoe through these tulips, and mind the droppings of goat-footed balloon men whistling far and wee.

inspired by T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land:

April is the coolest month, reading
The Literary Bohemian, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
new issue with spring rain.
Winter was warm, but let’s be honest —
there is much good in a fresh harvest
of greens & all the new & pretty things
the wind unclaims. Open now; begin.