First off, I’d like to apologize to Bryan Thao Worra and all of East Asia for misspelling "Bangkok"on the cover of our Summer issue. I originally spelled it as "Bangcock" (very Freudian slip there), which our copy editor caught, and which I proceeded to muddle again as "Bangcok". I’m sure this ruins my chances of working for the New Yorker, but I could never stomach their poetry anyway.
On to more momentous news—this summer saw the closing of Micawber’s in St. Anthony, which had been open for thirty some years and was one of the best independent book stores in town. Fortunately, the store was quickly bought (by some former Ruminator employees) and has now been reopened under the same name. Micawber’s cabin-like store tucked away just off Como Avenue is a perfect spot to while away an hour in idle book browsing, and they’re always willing to carry small press titles, so stop in and check out the new store.
Speaking of whiling away a few hours—check out our Fall issue here. Michael Fedo is back with a caustic infomercial, Justin Teerlinck braves weed, cows, Barnes and Noble stores and other unsavories, and Nick Padron mystifies us with seagulls. Not to make this too much a guy’s club, we have some lovely poems by Sharon Chmielarz and Neha Malhorta, while Suzanne Nielsen presents us with another cool dead person and Karen Kleiman simply tries to stay cool.
Next issue we will be back with an expanded staff, and a new look as well. Have a brisk fall!
- Joel Van Valin