dispatch ten(!)

[dispatch litareview]

Gracious Reader,

“Mule Factory” by Steve Goerger is one of those stories an editor can't accept fast enough. I am truly humbled to be publishing work of this caliber and hope in sincerity to continue receiving submissions like it and better. It is the kind of story worthy of awards, one the author will be answering questions about in interviews ten years down the road.

Before I give an excerpt, I want to congratulate Shane Jones on selling the second printing of his novel to Penguin. It's not so much that I expected any less of Adam Robinson's Publishing Genius Press as it is I thought the film rights being sold to none other than Spike Jonze was as far as the small press could get. Jones is the contemporary Neil Armstrong of the internet and small press scene. May his success only continue and, more importantly for the rest of us, may he not forget where he came from.

Now, here is an excerpt from dispatch ten, “Mule Factory” by Steve Goerger:

As he lays the body of Shaito into the ground, Florian gives a short invocation: "Lord, accept into your circle the spirit of your servant, Shaito, perhaps the most righteous man I have ever known. He who was most at home in the wilderness of your creation, he who came across the seas to find his rest here, with you. Though we never actually spoke–communication being hard as communion in this world–I feel that he came all this way only to have his life end nearer to you. Please protect his soul. In your name I pray: Don."

"Ee-haa," the mules say to one another, back at the factory. "Ee-haa?" they ask.

In other news, I've got a few micro-fictive delights prepared for future editions of this newsletter. I'll need to have between four and ten before I feel comfortable in beginning to publish them, so please don't hesitate to send your best.

And, as always, I urge and request for you to spread the word of this curious little wonder that is my dispatch litareview. It's only going to get better. I'm serious, it doesn't matter: I've grown up since my last try, and I can't see myself ever giving something like this up. Such things are forever subject to change. In my current circumstances death could become an obstacle. But, nary are we to fear: nevermore shall we read in the dark.

Sincerely and with gratitude,
P. H. Madore
the dispatcher @ litareview.com
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