It’s 2018. What’s good in the world? Sunshine, flowers, and poetry, sure. Progress and hope on the horizon? OK. This is my fourth letter of this sort, so that’s good too. Keeping a positive thought has been difficult, to be sure. But there is a goal to work toward.
I love Twitter. I follow hundreds of poets and writers and magazine editors and activists. They keep me full of hope. Remember hope? They remind me to fight and that even in the fight it is ok to critique and question the very things we are all fighting for.
I know this letter may not seem as though it fits with a misfit quasi-literary magazine. But I think I’m getting at something. Progress does not happen with sunshine and flowers and playing nice. It’s getting dirty, writing letters, volunteering time, hitting the ground with your boots and heels, putting your money where your mouth is and making sure what you say counts and matters.
Things change. Magazines change. Editing staffs change (for the better!). We have a new member of the team, Michelle Avitia.
Believe what you will about astrology, but I do follow a fun and beautiful account run by two amazing poets, Dorothea Lasky and Alex Dimitrov. When I read things like this, I get a click. And that click is most exciting sensation.

I am a person open to change. When ideas don’t work it’s time to change.

Onward to midterm elections! And more poetry.

Janea Wilson

Janea Wilson

Janea Wilson is a poet and educator living in the City of Angels. Her passions include Flannery O’Connor, iced coffee, HBO, and intersectional feminism. Her writing appears or is forthcoming in The Oklahoma Review, Canyon Voices, Puerto del Sol “Black Voices,” Santa Ana River Review, Indicia Lit, among others. Leo sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising.
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