Oh, Chicago. . .

As we brace ourselves for the trek northward we must take a moment to massage the pangs in our low-backs after sitting for hours in silly little chairs devoid of lumbar support.

Thank you to the writers who stopped by table 631 to restore our faith in the human species and in the world of all things literary.

We look forward to the next 364 days before the next AWP– we need that long to recover and prepare for the. . . well, you know, you were there– I saw you, sitting on the stairs with your head between your knees and/or puffing your smokey-treat with vigor and delight.

Here’s a little link to a paying submission for writing that might make your day.

Thank you Chicago–my town, my car, my bed, and our magazine have never looked so good 🙂