Once upon a time there was hope.
Hope for the environment and hope for elephants and cows and salmon. Hope for trans women, who are a particularly targeted minority, and hope for all people, CIS, or not, queer, straight and/or all orientations. Hope for justice, hope for peace, hope for enough prosperity for people in California and Greece and Nigeria, and China. And Gaza City and Mexico City. And in your house and in your hometown. Hope for books and hope for learning. Hope for presidents, preachers, and sex workers. And health care workers, particularly first responders and paramedics. Hope for kids of all ages. Hope for all creative people making whatever it is they make in the direction of the good.
Happy 2013.
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Stephanie Barbé Hammer is a prose writer, magical realist, and a committed, intermittent poet. A four-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize she has published work in Hayden's Ferry, Pearl, CRATE, Rhapsoidia, NYCBigCityLit, the East Jasmine Review, Apeiron, Inlandia, and the Bellevue Literary Review among other places. Her fabulist novel _The Puppet Turners of Narrow Interior_ appeared in March 2015 with Urban Farmhouse Press. Her poetry collection _How Formal?_ was published in 2014 with Spout Hill Press and her prose poem collection _SEX WITH BUILDINGS_ was published in May 2012 by Dancing Girl Press. Stephanie is addicted to teaching, and is currently co-editor for nonfiction at East Jasmine Literary Review.
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