Dear Archers in Short Pants and Hats to Shield What the
Clouds Once Hid:
We hibernate in winter, we blossom in spring. There’s no
getting around it. Here at Arrow HQ, the cold season fell upon us as a frigid
axe. We shuddered and huddled and pushed back sorrowful complications. Then we
went to AWP. Now, hello! It’s warm enough to bring back memories of past summer
wonders, our pits damp for the excitement of all the future may bring.
We apologize, with every sweetness in our fibrous pixels,
for our long absence. We again mount the submissions pile. You’ll hear from us
soon, brave submitters. Thank you for your generosity and patience!
And soon, we will be unveiling the exact proportions and
tones of Issue No. 6’s Folio, which will be a horse of a different color,
something new to try while your toenail polish dries and while the ice in your drink
melts elegantly. We won’t say much yet, except, the catchphrase of
Family Feud just may turn out to be our prime creative directive…Does that give
away too much?
We’ll need your help with that, and we’ll need you to continue to send submissions, to continue telling your friends, if you would be
so wonderfully kind. We continue to want to run through the fields of your experiment and craft, prose and poetry whose facets are sheer or foamy, edges sharp or giving...and certainly, and always, to confront and grovel before the visual and sonic business, be it paintings or installation or video or sound or ?. As always, trundle over to the Super Arrow archive if you want to know what sorts of things have made us blush in issues past.
And now, with full throats let us welcome the spring! More forthcoming, and soon!
With the Hope & Love of a Thousand Suns Exploding,
Super
Arrow
