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Dear Word Salad Faithful --
It is with great humility that I take this opportunity to welcome you to the Fall/Winter edition (Volume XVII, No. III) of Word Salad Poetry Magazine. This edition not only is the send-off issue celebrating the highest quality of work for the last quarter of 2011, and with that being said, the proverbial kick-off to a fruitful new year, but it is also the first issue in which I have collaborated with Bruce Whealton and Jean Arthur Jones as an editorial staff member and online publisher, which as you may have guessed was a rather eventful experience.
Since my discovery of Word Salad back in 2009, I’ve come to really notice its thriving community of writers, and in its maturity, I’ve noticed that a bulk of current projects have been collaborated by the staple poets. The degrees of loyalty from Word Salad contributors are similar to the attributes of loyalties common in family members, and so the Word Salad community is like the uprooting of a family tree: with each fruitful branch a contribution.
This is more than just your run of the mill publication. Having been a loyal contributor for the past three years, it was this genealogical model that has kept me a follower.
Through Word Salad I discovered other online journals, and coincidentally share publications with the likes of Scott Urban, Jean Jones, John M. Marshall and Alexis Child (just to name a few) on different platforms. In spite of several other publications, it’s hard to withdraw from the connectivity I have felt with Word Salad staff members and its contributors. My energy circumnavigates back to the place where my career took off.
Volume XVII, No. III indeed is a juggernaut of a read: a compilation of 47 poems. We are proud to announce the inclusion of powerhouse poets such as Jean Jones, John M. Marshall, Dawnell Harrison, Mike Perkins, Joseph Farley, Dr. Sonnet Mondal and many more. We would also like to welcome newcomers, John Des Camp, Dave Norris, and Emeniano Acain Somoza to the Word Salad fold.
Our Feature Poet, Abi Wyatt, I often wonder is the real Mother Goose writing under a pseudonym. Her craft truly possesses a playful grip on words, her muscular imagery is arresting as well as submissive. We are proud to present three new poems from her which I hope you’ll enjoy.
Each poem you read within the contents of this issue I guarantee will leave an impression, however unique. I look forward to working with Jean and Bruce again in the New Year, especially with Bruce, who to his own credit, has worked laboriously on the expansion of services, features, and endeavors that will benefit Word Salad’s future and I hope you will come to appreciate his efforts.
Here’s to the launching of new concepts for 2012. And here’s to poetry. Take a bow, you crafty devil.
