I knew I had made a good decision to read this when I got to the line, "Mayahuel was not a cactus either." I wonder where this Frank Smith is writing now.

At least the writers got to have a little fun before they left, with sentences such as "like a fluffle of bunniculas had an agave hoedown"

It was a great little blog for a while. Then it wasn't, then it died. Still, I found out about some really great writers from there. (Maria Bustillos, Natasha Vargas-Cooper among them.)

I had the opposite reaction to the writing quality on display, and therefore to the magazine's fate.