Editor's Note:

Welcome to Issue Forty of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my child likes world's fairs and the sound of crickets. It craves tennis balls in its Wimbledon soup and makes cute little sounds at the first sight of marching bands. Baby has an uncanny ability to detonate landmines in the watermelon seeds. We both like ice cream in our poison ivy. This issue inspects the oil slick. It is filled with sour dough bread and grape jam. Add to that, a group of poets sleeping on beds of nails, scissor-shape music and a bullet-proof book review and you've got the possibility for hitching without a thumb. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll never think of Russian cosmonauts in the same way. Or bug beds in a rug. Either way, you'll long to be in a gospel choir. So hop in your berth on that slow boat to China and get busy...