Dear Readers of Notre Dame Review:

Both "Lovely Old Maladies" and "Sailing at Sunset" were published by Green Mountains Review and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. "Fingers" was published by Iconoclast. In "Those Two Still Dream," my poem in this issue, I was puzzling over differences between my father, a keen hunter and naturalist, who died when I was thirteen, and my mother, a lover of enclosed places and all "civilized" things.
Most important to me is that the essential meditation, referred to by Wallace Stevens in "The World as Meditation," has never ended, night or day, over a lifetime. Recently I've felt that Ulysses is coming very near indeed.
A deep, reverential bow to all you dreamers, writers and readers.