"Blood Makes Good Paint," says this can of lead paint I found in my father-in-law's shed.
This has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm going to say next. As a poet, my job is to make connections, but my wiring is stripped. In the past six months, our editorial staff of two has relocated a total of 2,156 miles. You know the drill: packing, job searches, finding your way through a new grocery store. Exhausting.
The one constant has been Blood Orange Review -- the fall issue will be coming out next week, amazingly on schedule. With laptops on boxes and manuscripts in traveling bags, we thank all the writers who have submitted and who have been a part of this year's issues. It's your writing that keeps us going.