Critics often say that there are too many  literary magazines in this country. And  that is true. But there are not enough  lit-zines. The lit-zine, with its myriad of  visions and cheaper costs allows that the  interplay between reader and writer  might result in more than fading  memories. Because you never know  what you’ll find in a lit-zine, you’ll  never know what to expect, and you’ll  never become complacent and bored by  the hierarchical content. So, even  though Qwerty’s creators are immersed  in higher education – MFA’s, BA’s and  even PHD’s abound, the content holds  promise. Mike Belyea’s From The Taj  Mahal is a spare profile of the kind of  anger that flourishes within domesticity,  spreading its roots until the family is  entangled. Thomas Hodd delivers a  poem with a poignant punch-line that  establishes the familial theme of this  first issue (and why not, young writers  seem to write best about their families),  r. Lance Ceaser’s fiction rambles – not  surprising, considering his name — but  succeeds in fomenting a nostalgia that  isn’t just memorabilia assigned personal  pronouns. Women – send in your work.  The all male collective is a bit heavy on  the testosterone. Too many guys, and  way too many of those Mac generated  boxed gray screens. Is there a  connection? “Wake up,” writes Don  McKay in the intro to this new lit zine.  “This is going to be on the exam.” But  in fact, Qwerty is more than another  regurgitated free lunch smelling of  nepotism and university lit-mag  collectives – it’s the zine of the month.

lit-zine  #1, Spring, 46 pages  publisher: IceHouse Press  main creators: The Collective  $5 per, $12 for three (payable to  IceHouse)  c/o UNB English Dept., PO Box  4400, Fredericton, NB E3B 4A3  email: [email protected]  

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