It's neck and neck, everywhere you look: the bad keeping pace with the good, the losses staying right on top of the gains, exhaustion loping coolly and watchfully alongside strength, the chaos-makers breasting the tape next to the peace-bringers. And look inside yourself, because it's neck and neck there too: every loving impulse matched to its
perfectly-tailored reversal. So how do you stay ahead, when destruction is pulling level? What do you ask God for, what are the prayers for this situation? They can't be the neat little prayers we hear in church. The prayers we need are shaggy and lonely and language-busting: they defy utterance.
In the meantime, from jail, from hospital, from the streets, from the shelters, from their apartments, from deep within their own lives, the writers of The Pilgrim are bringing you the story. You hold in your hands our 40th issue, which features the work of 51 writers. Phil Wright has some issues with his editor; Karen Slattery takes it step-by-step; Al Action is all-or-nothing; Steve Murray is earning; and Margaret Miranda tries not to fall in love.
We welcome to our pages Tia, Sal, Kenny Perkins, Lenny Doering, C. Nimitz, Howard A. Dodge, Jan R., and James Van Looy. The poet Eddie Atkins is resting.