We're one year old. Arrival into Canadian letters wasn't easy. The mess was amazing. We just might survive. The regular fools of any journal can only forsake so much sleep, shirk a finite amount of other responsibilities, and avoid so much sunlight by themselves.
Art needs and breeds kindness.
Our acknowledgments list is now unprintably long. Typesetters are going blind. A growing cabal gets us to post. Photoshop never deserved our questions. Accounting has entered its cubist phase.