There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
At the end of the night in the Crescent City, after the last horn’s blown, and all the work of street parading’s been done, a ghost floats up from the river, thick . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.