September 2010

A faint wind of Autumn blew me a warning.
Summer is fading and winter waits.
Discharge grows as it always has, evolving with each new contributor.
The art flakes away the constant threat of repetition as does the poetry that flows in fractured syllables from the collective pens of the creators.
Always entertaining. Forever changing. D6 is moving where we haven't been before and D7 will undoubtedly flow to another tide.

I recently received DD Wildblood's book and was chuffed to see a dedication to us discharger’s. The book is a wonderful, surreal work with an unsettling but easy style that I found electrifying to read.

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