Dear reader,
I think itâs safe to say that most of us do not follow the concept of time with the same sense of constancy we used to. This issue has taken longer than anticipated to get together, but like much of life, Sinking City has had to go through many transformations. Thank you for your dear, dear patience.
We have been graced with a multitude of pieces this reading period, by a diverse collective of writers, especially by emerging writers, and for works that bend the boundaries a little more, because what else can we to make sense of the world than by breaking the very structures (of anything) at the seams?
As a nod to our fiction writer from this issue, Anita Goveas, I constantly think about the concept of âenvironmental disturbanceâ, and what that looks like in our everyday world at this point. The way in which the physical world destroys, more and more every day: âthe building or the tearing downâ that Bryan Harvey talks writes about. Or we can extend it to metaphorical, what we âtake for granted, for what it isâ (taken from Thad DeVassieâs poem), or to the idea of âsaving timeâ, or bending the continuumâ (quoted from ChloĂ© Firetto-Toomeyâs poem).
âBut what of the field, you ask?â (Esther Vincent Xueming). We can think of âfieldâ through so many dimensions. The field of the backyard, in which we inhabit for most of our days nowadays, when we need to take a break from the screen. Maybe we come back to the field our childhood. Or perhaps we take time to revisit fields of our memory, to remember what a more transient :
âwhen it starts raining frogs and broken crutches / everyone will take noticeâ.
âPerhaps for the first time / since the toys were taped shut [âŠ]â, we play with them again.
What Iâm attempting to get at is we have been gifted with a new issue which addresses and speaks to all of this unrest. Each piece responds in some way with deliberate meditation, care, sometimes through the element of the fantastic, and others with humor (Iâm thinking specifically of Michael Changâs piece, which includes the collective âwe are poetâ).
Thank you all again for your continued dedication and engagement to our magazine. We hope you enjoy issue 9!
P.S: I dedicate this issue to my close friend, Michael, who left this world too soon.
With love and gratitude,