Third month in a row, children. And we step ever closer to
the impending Winter Solstice.
The air gets colder.
The wind gets shrill.
The bones get chill.
Night's length creeps.
Mother Earth sleeps.
Close your soul.
Sorry about that. Had some rhymes bouncing around inside my
head and the only way to get rid of them was to spout them out.
First I'd like to mention that you will notice on the
Credits page that the Snail Mail address to reach me has changed. Please make a
note of it.
I'm writing this precisely ten days 'fore Hallow's Eve, so
may I take a moment to say:
Happy Hallow's Eve!!!
Had to be said. Thanks for your time!
Peace, love and all the trimmings
Marcus Pan, Editor
October 21 @ 2:18AM