by HP

The sky, surrounded by an impenetrable layer of Cloud, lingered through the polarized winter and faded behind an imposing, digital overcast. The cherub pursues parting the skies with his breath and leads us to consider psychosomatic seasons and our mechanical tampering with time to better adjust ourselves with the rising and setting of the sun. We are, however, better in reminding ourselves that there is one that follows us in our flight through a sea of infinite depth, and will soon emerge in Paschal dress.


“ …but he that cometh after me is mightier that I, whose shoes I am not worth to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy ghost and with fire: Whose fan is at hand, and he will thoroughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”

Matthew 1: 1-12

We announced our call for submissions in January and we have been urged to recognize that a new season is at hand, though the steady warmth of sunlight pervades alongside the drought. Winter was not like unto itself and from our lack of rain the blossoms were, and still are, either ill conceived or have dried and peeled away moments after opening. Spring is held under a tighter grip than the year before, which was the same as it is now.

With these things in mind, with the artificial constructs claiming their stake over spring, and the feast of the assumption at hand, we have decided to close our call for submissions on Easter Day, April 5th. Thanks to all who have submitted thus far.

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