Maybe this is a prairie thing. Maybe if I was tucked away in a cabin on a moonscape with winter wind howling etc etc. maybe there, in that setting, I might find something nice to say about this. Maybe the clunky, dull writing would resonate. Maybe the oblique and tired imagery would have new verve. Or maybe I would read this and find a way to like it for what it is – a regionally concerned outlet for hobby writers. (HC)