THE FAREWELL ISSUE
blood & burns & words*
*from Allie Marini’s “what to feel when one of your bullies dies suddenly“
Cover photo by Robert Delahanty
Drunks Behind the Scenes
Thank you for all your support, as readers, contributors, critics, donors, and friends. Thank you for singing with us, however off key, however wild, however strange or broken or afraid or full of doubt. Sometimes in purest harmony, at other times a roiling cacophony, all of it a wondrous and life-giving music. The kind that makes us feel less alone in the world. The kind that helps us believe we might just make it through another day. Helps us get out of bed and up off the floor, bloodied and spun, and it doesn’t make the pain go away, but it reminds us that our own pulsing bruises pound right along with yours and hers and his and theirs, and that is its own indispensable kind of song. It’s the song we sought here, and we couldn’t have sung it without you. We hope you leave here a little better than you came, but however you go, please go with kindness. Go with fierceness and love and courage and laughter and poetry, and maybe a little something extra just for you. And whatever you do, don’t let the motherfuckers get you down. At least not for good. We need you. We really do.
YOU ARE CHOIR.
“Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free”
-Leonard Cohen; Bird on a Wire