A Word from the Editor

Hot pumpkin spice. Cold apple cider. Loud festival days. Quiet fireside nights. The slow decay of leaves, a kaleidoscope of color washed across the countryside. This year’s harvest, combines moving diligently through the cornfields row by row by row.

In the Midwest, fall stands for duality. The early mornings are crisp, the afternoons sun-kissed, and the nights pale blue. Lovers in flannel sit together beneath the bleachers, Friday night lights attract whole towns like moths to flames, and kings and queens are crowned in a procession of Jeeps and Chevrolets.

When was the first time you experienced the endlessly rolling reds, yellows, oranges, and browns of Midwestern woods in October, the tongue of a neighbor’s bonfire so high those very same boughs turn their branches away? We say goodbye to swimming pools and boating trips, hello to trick-or-treaters and pumpkin patches. Out with the old, to make room for the new.

“Fall,” Of Rust and Glass’s tenth issue, is an ode to all of this and more. If you’ve never experienced a Midwestern fall, I can think of no better place than between the covers of this collection. If you experience it every year, then these are familiar stories.

Without further ado, I am pleased to introduce a selection of the Midwest’s finest artists, writers, and poets.