Watching the Word Volume I, Issue I Intro

A girl watched her Facebook sidebar for anyone willing to converse. She selected a friend posing casually in his default picture.
“I making a pocket Lit Mag. Submit a poem to get me started?”
He sent her a document without a response.
“Thanks, man. I have a vision.”
And, the next thing she knew, she was adding and deleting pages. She was designing and drawing and erasing and deselecting. The contrast burned her retinas and the first section was complete.