THIS ISSUE’S VERSE: Nature bursts forth, as for some reason so too our contributors. For good or for ill. We begin this season-of-fecundity issue with Mr. M. F. Cassar, who offers a progressive work, one which more than decisively affirms, as one might expect, the perspicacity and concupiscence of this extraordinary journal’s mise-en-scène, avec Jimmy. Mr. Cassar continues to favor us with another poem that allows one to view the world in context of a post-racial, socially mediated age and its arrival as one of the multitude of paradigms exemplifying Primal Scream Therapy. For his part, Mr. Lyle Estill jarringly apposes a sense of immediacy with a sense of theater re: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s unfinished screenplay. Similarly, Ms. Beth Staas‘s work illustrates a historic breakthrough technically and compositionally, as well as being loaded, much like the first half of season one of Agents of SHIELD, with tragic and metaphysical portent. What begins as triumph soon becomes corroded into a cacophony of futility in Mr. Michael Estabrook‘s powerful compositions, neither of which we can understand either. Cleverly apropos of our current culture of self-reverence, Mr. Daniel Pravda sheds light on a post-moral landscape that embodies the failed technical sophistication of, say, The Croods. Hi, Creamsicle! All the while, horrifically Swedish poet Mr. Kjell Nykvist sharply defines a stunning moment in literary tradition based strictly on a jaundiced cynicism, parroting Bruce Jenner’s achingly sad attempts at baking. And Mr. Bill Jansen whose work explores the relationship between multiculturalism and vegetarian ethics, displays new variations generated from both constructed and deconstructed textures.
IN PROSE: Meanwhile, Ms. Nancy Rapchak writes with admirable clarity and concision on a subject of extreme complexity, understood only by advanced civilizations not just undiscovered but as yet unborne.