One of those journals brought on by the small-footed revolution of electronic publishing. With a stated aesthetic position against whimpy poetry (no, not poetry by the I'll-gladly-pay-you-Tuesday- for-a-hamburger-today guy), the editor seems to favor different typefaces over content. While not Whimpy, some of the poems were not Popeye, either--overwhelmed by the cleverness of the presentation. Those by Paul Weinman, Guy R. Beining, John M. Bennett, Selena Anna Shepard, and (especially) Bill Shields were not harmed at all. A magazine and editor which seem to be searching and might be worth watching over the long haul.--John Stickney
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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