My copy of Caesura came in yesterday, a little late and a little chewed, in a large plastic envelope from Canada Post claiming they weren’t to blame for its condition.
While the envelope was damaged, the journal was intact. Even more fitting, then, the note on the reverse, congratulating me for surviving the end of the world (again).
Inside, the end of the world issue of Caesura, the journal of the Poetry Center of San Jose, which contains my poem “A sonnet for my love on the eve of the zombie apocalypse” and the “sexy” bio I wrote about a few months ago.
It’s a neat journal, and this is a great issue to pick up. Check it out.