Letter from the Editors

“Sound the alarm metaphysical

Subtle states

Of being of

                        Consciousness, whenever

They be confronted, a state

of poetry is declared!” – A. MacLise

Dear reader, for those of us in the Northeast the rains have come and the ground yields to the spade; at last, we can bury the dead of winter; and those layers we hope that no one ever sees. It is early days yet but cautiously we dare to celebrate the coming of new life, new possibilities, new plans, new ways of seeing as we start the molt and warily husk our winter clothing into the laundry basket wondering is it too soon? It is the rebirth of your closet, your shoes, and of color. Exhale and unclench the breath into these, the most interesting of times. Now more than ever before we are creative and we are called to wake up and turn the soil. Confound. Dig up. Rearrange, the narrative, rearrange the order of the words in your sentences, create holes through the narrative of those who would sentence you. Loose the senses. Just in time for poetry month, a state of poetry has been declared!

Unusual for LIT but this issue has a featured post that is a tribute to the late Donald Miller, avant-garde musician, painter and intrepid traveler of culture and esoterica whom we lost last year just before his favorite season of Samhain. It is a film that serves as an immersive spell to comprehend and honor the artistic space Donald held while here on terra as well as being a gorgeous meditative work of art with which to lose one’s senses by.

Get lost. Enjoy.