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Shake well, Contents
may settle.
Fiction
Eliot Fintushel -- Drought
Tim Pratt -- Annabelle's
Alphabet
Mark Rich -- Delivery
Beth Adele Long -- The Crystal Ladies' Ball
Gay Partington Terry -- The Ustek Cloudy
Leslie What -- I Remember Marta
Amy Beth Forbes -- A is for Apple
Barbara Gilly -- An Excerpt
Poetries
Christopher Rowe -- Our Prize Patrol Will Find You No Matter Where
You Are
Mark Rudolph -- My Father's Ghost; Reinventing Emily
Darrell Schweitzer -- They Sure Eat a Lot in Epics
Theodora Goss -- The Ophelia Cantos; Falling Boy
Nonfictions
L. Timmel Duchamp -- What's the Story? Reading Two Carol Emshwiller
Short Stories, "Sex and/or Mr. Morrison" and "Peninsula"
Margaret Muirhead -- Simple Living
Gilly: On the Verge of Rediscovery
Zine reviews, mostly
William Smith -- The Film Column: Phase IV
Classified
Designated Drivers
Those named above. See below.
Capable People
L.
Timmel Duchamp's column, What's
the Story, is a regular feature of LCRW. Much of her
critical writing is available on her website. Her stories have appeared
in Asimov's, Leviathan Two, and F&SF.
Eliot
Fintushel's stories are a fixture in the Asimov's pages.
He has also shown up in Crank!,
The Whole Earth Review, etc. He is an "itinerant showman"
and will apparently be appearing at the right hand of God on the
Day of Judgment.
Amy
Beth Forbes is a senior majoring in English at Michigan
State University. Her new fiction and movie review column, For
the Eyes, will soon appear in Mi Gente magazine. This
is slightly odd because she isn't Hispanic, but apparently it's
a small world after all. She is a graduate of Clarion 2001.
Barbara Gilly has yet
to get her driver's license.
Theodora
Goss appears for the second time in as many issues. Deservedly
so. She has published poetry in mainstream and genre magazines.Ê
Gavin J. Grant recently
built a desk.
Kelly
Link is busy sorting photographs. Her collection Stranger
Things Happen was published last summer by Small Beer Press.
It may be a while before her next book comes out. She does have
a new story though . . .
Beth
Adele Long's short fiction has won the Asimov Award and
has been translated into Italian for the webzine Intercom. She is
a graduate of the 2001 Clarion Writer's Workshop. She lives in suburban
Maryland, where she is trying to come to terms with the fact that
winter involves cold weather.
Margaret Muirhead lives
in Boston. Her poetry has appeared in LCRW and a number of
other tasteful journals. This piece is based on true events.
Tim
Pratt recently decided to make his life many times more
interesting and began working at Locus.
He has published fiction and poetry in many venues, Asimov's
and Strange Horizons
among them.
Mark
Rich writes about toys for a living. His book 100 Greatest
Baby Boomer Toys is great fun, even for non-boomers. His art
appeared on the cover of LCRW v3n2.
His stories have appeared in most of the magazines in the world.
Christopher
Rowe wonders if he wants the prize patrol to find him. In
the meantime he writes a column for Columbia! magazine and
has had fiction published in various places. He intends to become
a publishing magnate the hard way: by publishing, rather than just
buying a publishing company.
Mark
Rudolph also makes a second consecutive poetry appearance
in these pages. He has recently acquired a small, black dog. Everyone
loves it. Much of his poetry and fiction can be found online --
in the good places!
Darrell
Schweitzer is the author of many books, fiction and nonfiction.
This poem was his reaction to reading Homer. This was his second
reaction, the first was Simpsons-related.
William Smith can usually
be found on the other side of the editor's desk. He owns more films
than he should, for a man of his age. Reputedly makes a decent Key
Lime pie. His film column will appear regularly here and on the
LCRW website.
Gay Partington Terry
is a Manx West Virginian insomniac who practices and teaches Tai
chi Ch'uan and Qi Gong in New York; a contributing editor of Frigatezine.com,
and, before this, most recently published at clocktowerfiction.com.
Leslie
What won the Nebula Award quite recently. Her collection,
The Sweet and the Sour Tongue was published in 2000 by Wildside
Press. Should you need a party hosted, she's the one to contact.
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Colophonically Speaking:
First Eight Letters
Assembly
completed in October 2001. Component parts not guaranteed created
in this millennium. Assembly line included new manufacturing equipment
(portable where possible) due to July 2001 unexpected reassignment
of previous equipment perpetrated by person or persons unknown.
If you are a subscriber, somehow reading this while yet not having
received your copy, please write or email us. Thank you. Text is
in Bodoni Book 10/12pt, Italic, 12/14.4, Trebuchet 10, and 14pt
Bold, and ITC Sans Officina Book. Among others. Aesthetic apologies
for small outer margin.
Contributors thanked for working
hard at their art/calling. Readers thanked for choosing this small
zine for purchase.
Latter Ten Letters
Hear this. For an audio version
of this zine, find a friend with a good reading voice, or send us
a largish check and we'll send it on tape. Or maybe CD, if we can
master it. If we get the writers' permissions, which as of yet,
we haven't, there being, so far, no demand. But should you create
that demand with your non-rubber 100% paper check (or your Paypal
transfer, ahem), we'll respond in our usual timely fashion.
Slowly, slowly. Don't rush now.
After all, who's waiting? Once we send it out, all those people
who didn't get their subscriber copies are going to start complaining.
Who wants that? Maybe, we'll go a little slower.
Art in this issue is sparse.
Web Exclusive: Art Worries
But we worry about art. Should
there be more? We're not sure. After all, art is hard to reproduce,
and we're limited to balck & white -- at least until we start
getting grants from large and forgiving foundations.
Chuntering on, as the web encourages.
This is a damn good issue, the kind I'd be happy to receive in my
mailbox. Or at home, or at work. Or find on your floor, when I come
visit. When we talk about the Be
Good Tanyas and eat those cactus tamales I dream about when
I'm far from here.
If there were more good art,
you say, we'd be set! WE'd blow the lid off this joint.
I open another beer and stretch
on the floor. Someone told me we should all sit on the floor more,
it makes you stretch more, stops you crunching up your bones and
muscles. I'm not convinced, but you like it, so I'll avoid the comfy
chair for a bit. Besides, your dog looks pretty happy there, and
why would I move him? He likes fantastic art about as much as I
like cat food.
What's to be done? I ask you,
but you're trying to find that other CD, the one with the animals
on it, Talk Talk? I ask, but you wave me away, that's not your style.
Don't know why I said it. Used to love their stuff. Shoudl go looking,
see what that guy is up to.
So, you ask, a couple of weeks
later. Did you get any good art?
Nah. Not this time. Maybe next
time.
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