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.
On the first day of autumn, 1987, even though it didn’t make a heck of a lot of sense to walk in that direction, Maureen Kinnis, a North Jersey Irish guidette of . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.