GNU: Literary Journal. Issue #1. Winter 2016.



There you are! Lovely! We’ve been expecting you. Please—come in, come in.

You can leave your troubles at the door. The news as well. Sure, right there is fine. Shoes are optional. Socks and slippers too. What’s a smelly foot or two between friends? Go ahead—put them up if you like.

Well, we’ve made it to the start of another year. A time for resolutions. A time when we are more likely to remember that any ole’ day can be a brand new start, for our writing practice, our patience, our diet (which could probably use a little more variety, and for me fewer lattes).

As I sat reading all of the pieces submitted for publication, I wondered at the variety, at the fact that even though the experiences conveyed may have been utterly unfamiliar to me, the resulting emotions were not. It reminded me that at our deepest level we have more commonalities than differences. We have the capacity to laugh, to love. To hate. We are, after all, all human.

This publication seeks to celebrate differences, in genres and styles for certain, but hopefully more. As you enjoy this feast of food for the soul, may you nibble on something different. May your heart be nourished. If you are feeling brave, slip into someone else’s shoes, however briefly, and see if the change in perspective alters anything for you. The theory is that it will make us stronger, together more resilient to negativity and hate, which the media chases with the fervor of bodachs in a Dean Koontz novel.

With the greatest of admiration, thank you to all of the writers who were brave enough to bare their souls to strangers by submitting their work. A big thanks and virtual hugs to the readers who neglected significant others, children, pets, and various plant life in the making of this journal. I give a deep curtsy to Frank Montesonti and National University, the proud parents of this journal, who are visionary in their approach of inclusion.

Stay as long as you like, my friend. You are welcome anytime. It is an honor to be the one to greet you at the door.


Diane O’Shea, MFA

Editor in Chief

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