CREEK ROAD GANG
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Thoughts from the Editor:
April 2010
Banks of dark
cloud move fast across the sky, revealing strips of spring blue. Streams
are high, brown, fast moving, but beginning to recede. Outside the
front windows, I see forsythia waving and daffodils bobbing in the wind,
which still roars, but the storm is over. Yesterday, rain, wind and
even snow; today, temperatures up to 65 degrees; and through all, the
birds, accustomed to nature, continue to sing.
April.
T.S. Eliot wrote, “April is the cruelest month.” I wouldn’t expect great cheer from a poem titled “The Wasteland,” but I’ve never agreed with him on that, not even when I was sixteen and on a relentless search for drama, or at least melodrama.
No, for me, April has always started off with the silly jokes and tricks of April Fool’s Day. It has teased with patches of warmth, followed through with longer days, which still seem not quite long enough, but which hold promise of good thing to come. April pushes us to take out our warm weather clothes and stretch our toes, wiggling toward summer.
What’s going on with the Gang this month?
Here too, we feel growth, change, gladness. This month, we feature five poets, bringing a variety of topics and forms. Two forms that some of our poets have used – the triolet and the pantoum – come to us from folk traditions, from the ways people have loved and played with the lilt of language over centuries. We also present five prose writers, with stories to tickle your way through spring. Elusive birds, bunny chairs, angry school principals, air guitars, and bouncing beagles – you’ll find all of those in our pages. In addition, as we grow, we’re taking on greater complexity, and are forming an enlarged editorial board. We need help in keeping those folks busy, so keep those submissions coming in! And most of all, on behalf of all our writers, thanks for reading!
April.
T.S. Eliot wrote, “April is the cruelest month.” I wouldn’t expect great cheer from a poem titled “The Wasteland,” but I’ve never agreed with him on that, not even when I was sixteen and on a relentless search for drama, or at least melodrama.
No, for me, April has always started off with the silly jokes and tricks of April Fool’s Day. It has teased with patches of warmth, followed through with longer days, which still seem not quite long enough, but which hold promise of good thing to come. April pushes us to take out our warm weather clothes and stretch our toes, wiggling toward summer.
What’s going on with the Gang this month?
Here too, we feel growth, change, gladness. This month, we feature five poets, bringing a variety of topics and forms. Two forms that some of our poets have used – the triolet and the pantoum – come to us from folk traditions, from the ways people have loved and played with the lilt of language over centuries. We also present five prose writers, with stories to tickle your way through spring. Elusive birds, bunny chairs, angry school principals, air guitars, and bouncing beagles – you’ll find all of those in our pages. In addition, as we grow, we’re taking on greater complexity, and are forming an enlarged editorial board. We need help in keeping those folks busy, so keep those submissions coming in! And most of all, on behalf of all our writers, thanks for reading!
