Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Twenty Eight of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes serengeti hula-hoops and hates metaphor sashi. It craves chocolate bonfire cookies and makes cute little sounds when it breaks the tulip vase. Baby has an uncanny ability to turn an avalanche of ordinary boulders into a white pitched fence. We both like pop-cicle allegories and the smell of candle wax. Issue Twenty Eight is anything but a shoehorn. This month is filled with hybrid photographs, along with a jar of muse-muddled art. Add to that, a group of sword-eating poets, an intriguing music maker and one magical book review and you've got the possibility for a worldwide swine flu outbreak. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like tarring your tin roof. Or diaper rash. Either way, this issue will remind you of a blueberry patch. So forget about a vacation in Montserrat and get busy...