From the pulp lit pulpit
Knock, knock …
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. —“The Raven”, Edgar Allen Poe
As our beautiful cover art by Tais Teng implies, one never knows what will happen when you open the door to adventure. By some act of synchronicity, the first three stories in this issue feature a door that, once opened, cannot be shut. Whether one would wish them shut again or not, we will leave our readers to decide.
We three editors, having once opened the door onto our own Pulp Literature adventures, now find ourselves in a hall of glittering treasure. Our third issue features yet another great Canadian writer, Joan Macleod, our latest pearl in a
strand of notable authors that we have lined up well into next year. We have also managed to ensnare other objets d’art, like Vancouver’s Poet Laureate George Mcwhirter, who is currently judging our Magpie Poetry contest. We’ve collected these treasures like ravens in the woods, swooping down to collect the shiny objects which catch our eye. With a laden beak, we come tapping at the door, bearing gifts.
Thank you for opening your door.
Editors, Pulp Literature Press