Anyone questioning where the hell their copy of Issue Two is, rest your weary head! It is now in the cold back end of your local mailman’s truck, or still being processed at the Warren, MI Post Office. Either way, it’s coming, and you won’t regret your decision.

A head’s up to reviewers: I’m sending out copies to you, so be prepared to have your mind explode into tiny fragments that will be mistaken as words and pasted onto the mat your publication sends off to the printer only to be discovered upon printing that it is brain matter, not ink, spelling out “‘The Means is too incredible to handle oh God my head’ [explosion]” (that’s right, your brain knows how to blow up into apostrophes, parentheticals, italicized words, and bracketed actions). Prepare thineself!