From the Editors

by JH

published March 8, 2019

The sensation half a foot of snow overdue

all landing at once. I spot the trough at the end

of the ducts. Having left the cistern we

labor upwards. New system altogether functional,

specialists envisioning sea battle in the desert. Can I reconcile

ancient machines to this one? The Romans sprawl

a rectangle out to align their compendium of roads

would be my kind of directionality if they’d thin far enough

out to consecrate the spiral.