This is my first issue as Editor-in-Chief. I am nervous because I want this issue to make a difference. I want this issue to do what I wish all of my writing does for me: to speak for itself. I want this issue to make a difference in the lives of the writers Gordon Square Review is publishing; I want this issue to make a difference in the lives of the writers Gordon Square Review will one day publish. As Editor-in-Chief, I am following in footsteps I hope I can fill.
During the first iteration of this letter, I sat in a café just west of home wishing that I could do this issue, this journal, and every writer, reader, and editor justice.
During the second iteration of this letter, I am sitting in a café just east of home and wishing the same. My wish for this issue – regardless of where I am – remains the same: for it to do well. I want it to do right – it being something I am not deliberately aware of yet. I want the editorial choices we made – while crafting this issue together with voices from around the world – to make a difference in the world.
In the first iteration of this letter, I wrote and rewrote my introduction to find a clean way to introduce the main ideas behind every poem and prose piece that make up issue 11 of Gordon Square Review. Eventually, I sat aside all of my failed attempts to draw the texts together and asked myself: what am I trying to say here? I leaned back in my chair and took a few deep breaths and that is when I saw it.
On the wall, adjacent to my seat in this café a little east of home, there is a royal blue flag rimmed in gold. In the middle of the flag are white block letters that read “Trust the Process.” So here I am, in the second iteration of this letter, trusting the process, putting down one word at a time, forming one sentence at a time. I wanted, because it felt customary, because it felt like tradition, to drop spoilers about each of the pieces published in this issue but I refuse. My refusal is not one to do the work of finding a throughline, but one of telling you – whoever you are and wherever you might be – what each piece means and why it matters. So here I am, trusting the process, letting go of control and inviting you to find the throughline of the poems, the essays, the stories in issue 11 for yourself.