The usual lifespan of a small-press poetry magazine is about that of a popsicle at the beach on a hot summer’s say. They just don’t last. So, after ten years-plus, HazMat is an anomaly.Editor Norm Davis’ secret of long life is that if he doesn’t have enough good stuff to publish, he doesn’t! And then again, even when he does, he’s not in any particular rush. Call it truth in labeling. HazMat's a “periodical,” right? So what did you expect?
Contributors and subscribers put up with this because the results are worth the wait. Yet, it also explains how, after a full decade, you only get a “5th Anniversary issue.” -- HazMat volume 5, issue 2. It's a joke, sort of.
In any case, at left is my cover. The original photo, right, was taken in 1947 by Mary Lou Scott, mother of young Janet, the girl with the cake, who was a childhood friend of the Editor.Graphically, there are a few subtleties worth noting -- not just disappearing the wound on her forehead (bicycle injury) -- I also changed the name on the cake from "Janet" to "Hazmat," and the number of candles from three to five. Janet, still gorgeous and now a retiree, further insisted all her candles be well "lit."
How'd I do?
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