This month marks GLR's one year anniversary. I can't say enough about how great it's been to run a journal I can be proud of, especially with such a great editorial team to back me up. Although I will be moving to Ohio for two years to pursue my Master's degree in poetry, the site will continue to feature Michiganders, Great Lakes-area writers, and Midwesterners. I will always be smitten with the mitten, even when I've crossed state borders.
Here's to you, readers and writers, photographers and web-stumblers, for making GLR's first year a success.
I'm not sure if it's something in the air over here, but many times I find a real family feeling flowing through the veins of writers in the Midwest. It's an outlet, I think, for the too-often failing attempts at industries and factories, lifestyles and crops in the area. Maybe it's like that everywhere, but there is a color to this air.

That's pretty much the point of GLR. Really. It's not that we think we're the best, or the brightest, or the best at shuffleboard. It's the flavor to the words that we're addicted to, and we're proud of that flavor. That attitude. We're punks, man. We have cornfields and rivers and factories, and that's poetry to us. It's the stuff of art and gut feelings. Welcome to the Midwest.