I can’t believe it is time for another issue already. I am even more shocked that summer is here. It has been a very busy and exciting year for us with the new site launched and the anthology out, but I feel like I should also keep apologizing for the times that the good things have made us a bit behind schedule. We are plowing forth, sowing seeds… and begging forgiveness.

We have a terrific new issue up featuring the winners of the 2009 Fiction Awards and Food Verse Contest. Also, the Short Shorts Contest closes in June, and the Poetry Awards in July, so if you have a refreshing short piece, or a pile of poems, enter now!

Also, please don’t forget to mention Literal Latte on your favorite social webspot or blogspace — Facebook, GoodReads, StumbleUpon, etc. If you tell two friends and they tell two friends, and so on, soon everyone will be reading superb mind-stimulating writing this summer.

And now, I give you a poem by my daughter, who is seven. I hope it reminds you of the simple joy of poetry and its basic human nature. Its origins, not historically, but individually. How it fulfills the basic need to express oneself with feeling. She wrote this while watching me work at the Litmag Fair. It has humor, it has rhymes, and it deals with conflicting emotions….. and it has food! Read up and enjoy.

The Days

There was lots of days where I felt lonely
in my pepperoni.
Tony had spumoni
But it was very phoney
While I had pepperoni.