Four months ago, as I began reading the work in this issue, the world was a different place. In America, we had just begun sheltering at home, and the comforts and routines many of us had grown used to were being transformed or altogether removed. Fairly quickly, I began to feel more separated than ever from other people. And then we were in the middle of numerous full-blown crises—racism, public health, economic—and anger and fear threatened to take over.
These poems, stories, and essays served as important messages for me—threads to which I could hold on tightly, knowing they connected me to my fellow humans. When I read them, I heard the hope, honesty, and complexity I needed to hear, and a bit of my faith was restored.
I’m not alone in wondering where we go from here. And I don’t know what will have changed when you read this letter, or in one year from now. But I do take comfort in the knowledge that these writers are here, today, sharing their voices with us. I feel very lucky to play a small part in giving this art a home.
~Chelsea Bunn, Issue II Guest Editor
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