“May” suggests potential paths, offering not the certainty of resolution but the allure of possibilities.
In this spirit, our eighty-ninth issue grapples with some tough questions. What have you lost? What if the circus didn’t have to die? What was Mary Jane Kelly like before she met Jack the Ripper? What’s in the box? Why aren’t you a spoon? Does this month’s cover art include an ouroboros?
It’s spring, and our little garden plot in the Pine Barrens is starting to sprout. Paul Van Dyke supplies the time-traveling turtles, and Marie Marshall reveals the name of the rose. There’s a nice border of moon rocks courtesy of Mariah Montoya, and Michael A. Ferro generates a pleasing atmosphere of claustrophobic paranoia. Chris Beetow sets the mood for outdoor adventures in the cover art.
Grab a trowel, or one of those tiny three-pronged rakes, and join us. There’s plenty of iced tea and earthworms for everyone.
March is dangerous, a month of meteorological mood swings and violently perforated togas, whose very name is a command to pick up our collective feet and get moving.
The three stories in the pages of our eighty-seventh issue–“We’re Not Dangerous,” “Were It So Easy,” and “Snowball Wants to Go to Outer Space“–are all characterized by this intriguing blend of unpredictability and action. They also share an element of uncertainty, leaving the fates of their characters in question and implicitly inviting us to finish their stories ourselves. Also open to interpretation is this month’s out-of-this-world cover art, “Save Us/Take Me.”