I think what’s great about a literary journal like this one is that you never know what you’re going to get. To read Barnstorm is to continually step into the unknown.

I’m afraid for the future of the arts in this country and at my university. And yet, the pieces in this volume imbued me with hope.

The nights are cooling down, the students are back on campus, and the leaves are just beginning to change, which means it’s time to introduce Barnstorm’s new editorial team.