It happened unintentionally. I followed a series of internet links that carried me into a blind alley. I was perusing social media on a Sunday morning and encountered a post about The Timberline Review. It’s a new literary journal, cooked up by Oregon writers, good people committed to fostering the art and craft of writing.
When I met the journal founders last summer I refrained from the question that loomed overhead, that dark discouraging cloud that rains on bright ideas. But I wondered, “Do we really need another literary journal?” I know the numbers. New journals flare like meteors and then die out after the seed money is spent and volunteers lose interest. Continue Reading »