How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

      Eliza Cook

We Believe:

For every whim, touch, hurt, joy, there is poetry that trebles our being.

Coming Soon:

Poets will be contacted soon and asked for permission to use poems which have appeared in the last 13 issues. Do not send any submissions to Carol Deprez, the submissions manager. I will be contacting you directly.

                    Thank you,

                     Paula Anderson Editor