It's about time I started doing some work on that damn magazine/ blog/ blogazine/ magablog--whatever the hell it is--now that I've moved house and only have a few boxes left for Sonia to burn before I can say I've really settled in (she likes setting fire to things). So why don't you send something to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll try to fit it in there.
We've already published some fantastic contemporary poets and writers--JD Nelson, Yvon Cormier, Gerald Nicosia--so your stuff doesn't have to be Beat-themed. Actually, it can be whatever you want, even opinion pieces or a great story about your weekend, as long as it's good writing, at least insofar as I'm able to judge what good writing is--which may or may not be that far. But that's the risk you take with any editor, bunch of tinpot little dictators that we are.
I'm going to shut up now. If you want to have a look at the page first it's at whollycommunion.blogspot.com.
Can I add under this post, which also appeared at another site, that if there are any people out there thinking I'm a rude bastard because I haven't answered their emails recently I plan to do so in the next week? What with my house move and all that involves, as well as struggles with illness just lately, I've let a lot of business slide that I should have kept on top of. But unless my relative alertness and energy at the moment is a precursor to the final curtain being drawn (recent events have made me profoundly superstitious), I should be able to climb to the top of the neglected business pile pretty soon...