The weather, however, suddenly became serene; and my two friends left me on a journey among the Alps, and lost, in the magnificent scenes which they present, all memory of their ghostly visions.
- Mary Shelley

Dear Reader,

We've had weeks and weeks of rain here in Western Montana. The earth is wet, fertile. I live in a new house with poppies in the yard, and the baby is due any minute now. Life is full.

Enjoy this issue. Please look forward to the next, when our contributing editor Jim Ruland will serve as guest editor while I'm cuddling the kid. If you're a writer, check our guidelines for a note about Jim's theme for the fall issue.

Meanwhile, you'll find newness in this one. We have a new, slightly altered page design; a new font (I've given up on trying to translate the wonderful world of Mac into the Windows universe); and new publication and submission schedules--not to mention some great poetry, fiction and nonfiction (new and old alike) for your reading pleasure.

If there's time, I'll stop by soon and post another note after little Cora or Casimir arrives. Perhaps a picture, too. Until then, I wish you a world of...

Peace,
-Eric Bosse

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