The new Canary finally flew in. I've only tinkered with bits and pieces adding up to half the issue. Thats usually how I read a journal, differently from a book of poems. I bounce around like a little electron. Sometimes I'll read the first half of one poem and the last of another. Anyway, I've been taken aback most so far by Peter Shippy and GC Waldrep and Susan M Schultz and Elizabeth Willis and the Danielle Pafunda. There isn't a weak spot here. Not a bloody one. Not even my poem.