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Dear Readers and Contributors,
I want to thank you all for reading, contributing to, and supporting Rock Salt Plum Review over the past several years. It’s been a tremendous thrill for me to be a part of this little niche in cyberspace, this community united in appreciation of art and literature. As an American poet who has lived overseas for nearly a decade (Japan, and now Germany) I have been acutely aware of my isolation and have craved the company of like-minded people to create, experiment, and grow with.
Editing RSP has truly been a labor of love. Regrettably, after almost five years I have decided to discontinue publication. I need to make space for other projects, including my own writing. I will keep Rock Salt Plum Review available online as long as it is financially feasible to do so. I wish it could exist indefinitely!
The good news is that I have decided to publish a print anthology to immortalize the fantastic selection of poetry in Rock Salt Plum Review. This will also include several of our interviews. I’ll send out a general email when the anthology becomes available. If you’d like to be notified of publication, please send a blank email to poetrysubmissions@rocksaltplum.com with “anthology” in the subject line.
I’m eager to hold the anthology in my hands. Something about being able to feel a book in my hands while soaking in a tub; being able to smell it, press flowers and spill coffee in it, makes me giddy. Just thinking of the tiny cracking sound it will make the first time I splay its pages wide open makes me impatient. How magical it will be to personally know each and every poet within its pages. Poems, poems, poems.
May the muses keep you forever busy reading and writing them!
- Jalina Mhyana www.jalinamhyana.com
jalina.mhyana@yahoo.com
May something go always unharvested! May much stay out of our stated plan, apples or something forgotten and left, so smelling their sweetness would be no theft. - Robert Frost
