THIS ISSUE’S VERSE: Welcome to our newest issue, the existence of which we cannot apologize profusely enough for. With influences as diverse as Hal Sirowitz and Anthony Sullivan, Mr. Jack Miller offers a regressive work, one which more than decisively counterpoints, as one might expect, the perspicacity and concupiscence of this extraordinary journal’s mise-en-scène, avec an RV. By studying sign processes, signification, and communication, Ms. Connie Miller gifts us with a poem that allows one to view the world in context of a post-gender, socially mediated age and its arrival as one of the multitude of paradigms exemplifying fantasy role-playing. Yet again, Pajamaz, LOLcat Poet questions the conditions of appearance of an image in the context of contemporary visual culture in which images, representations, and ideas normally function regarding human sexuality. Similarly, Mr. Brad Sime‘s work illustrates a historic breakthrough technically and compositionally, as well as being loaded, much like any adjunct faculty meeting, with tragic and metaphysical portent. What begins as triumph soon becomes corroded into a cacophony of hopelessness and futility when Mr. James B. Nicola sheds light on a post-moral landscape that embodies the failed ethical sophistication of a Rose Levy Beranbaum. Office tattoo queen, Ms. V.S. Frimmit sharply defines a stunning moment in literary tradition based strictly on a jaundiced cynicism, harkening back to 1990s-era political witch hunts. And Mr. Xander Floss, whose work explores the relationship between misogyny and misogyny, displays new variations generated from both constructed and deconstructed notion of immortality. Meanwhile, Mr. Ed Kornfeld writes with admirable clarity and concision on a subject of extreme complexity, understood only by advanced cultures not just undiscovered but as yet unborne. And, finally, Mr. John Grey‘s story attempts to assail the broadest and most metaphysically significant questions of human existence, allowing his work to become a mirror into which readers do not merely look, but become a part.