Editor’s Letter Issue 13

This old ship pulls into port once again, and here be trinkets and treasures to share. These delights are pulled from the far reaches of the seven seas where we scour the coastline for the weird and the wonderful. Now we present them for you to feast upon until your appetite is whet and your belly full.

I bring tales and rhymes and stories and pictures and moments captured. They are bound here, waiting to escape through your eyes, through your mind, down your throat, and into your heart.

They wait for you.

Yes, for you. You who I have seen stumble in the shallows, lost in the churn of the waves as the tide shifts and the sun falls and the moon rises and fog rolls through. You who have sought out this edge path that is both sea and solid ground yet never the same.

You, like I. A seasider.

For we are not of maps and charts but stars and time., and that is as true for you as it is for me. You find us here, now, and there, again, yet neither and both are our dwelling. This is a walkway that must be discovered, as we did who found footing upon it before you, when it was as it was then.

So the stepping changes and with it so do we all. The words and images take on different meanings, their intention passed. The sounds of the water our anthem.

You are part of this, of that I have no doubt. You are with us and we with you. I care not for your place of standing, only that your heart stands. For this is treacherous and the sands are quick.

Step to.