Get the camera honey, it's drooling!

We like to wear spaghetti. Volume is our only weapon. We're cutest when sleeping. We're one year old. Arrival into Canadian letters wasn't easy. The mess was amazing. We just might survive.

No matter what their age, font package, or TGS(Total Grovelling System), literary journals ultimately have two strengths: energy and favours. The regular fools of any journal can only forsake so much sleep, shirk a finite amount of other responsibilities, and avoid so much sunlight by themselves. Art needs and breeds kindness.

Our acknowledgments list is now unprintably long. Typesetters are going blind. A growing cabal gets us to post. Photoshop never deserved our questions. Accounting has entered its cubist phase. This is what we want. People give. We return in kind. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern only had it bad at the end.

Sharing isn't over. The Sun Also Rises still gets handed to young strangers on southern European trains. Eventually, someone you don't know will buy you a Guinness. Stories keep going.

A journal is a favour. Here, look. Slide on over.