Dear Readers,

When we launched Waterwheel Review, we were keen to explain why we were so moved and motivated by the image of the waterwheel. Water stands for language, an ever flowing, renewable source; the waterwheel, an engine of labor, circles through, lifting words and then dropping them back into the running stream. Our magazine is a mill, we said, where the waterwheel powers writing and publishing. “We want—and need—to make things.”

For a couple of years, now, we have known that we can’t make enough of our own things while we give so much energy to the work of others. We have had to cut substantially the time and attention devoted to our own writing, and mostly we have been glad to do it, determined to find a way to repay our own work in the end. We never did find that way.

If we could quit our jobs and earn that income publishing this magazine, we would take that deal in an instant. But that’s not the world we live in. For many, many months we have known this, but we couldn’t accept it until now. And thank goodness for that.

Every single issue of this magazine has been a wonder that transported and enchanted us. We can’t say we gloried in every moment. We read or edited or built the site at times while sick, exhausted, grieving—that’s the nature of any publication. But we damn well gloried in every word, every paired image and sound.

Four years and thirty-six issues: What an honor to publish our contributors. What a privilege to offer stunning work to our readers. We must use the word pleasure, too, always rolled out to accompany “honor and privilege,” but pleasure isn’t strong enough, nor is gratitude nor joy nor blessing. For once we find ourselves at a loss for words to express precisely what it has meant to keep this waterwheel turning.

Maybe this will do it: How many times does anyone ever fully achieve the glittering, half-glimpsed vision floating above; that winking, flirting piece of art we ache to manifest? For the three of us, precisely this once.

We will keep making things and so will you. We started this magazine with the image of the waterwheel and a Jean Rhys quote, and we will end in the same way, as we thank you for reading and submitting, and wish you and yours all the very best:

Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don’t matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake.

—Claire, Suzanne, Cheryl

September 1, 2024: Waterwheel Review will stay online for the foreseeable future. It remains as it looked for the final June 2024 issue.

October 1, 2023 By Suzanne Farrell Smith

From the Editors | Issue #29

October 2023

From the Editors

All the scars on my body, all the bumps and bruises, all the muscles – that is a story of everything I have done. —Rose Namajunas

Editors Cheryl Wilder, Suzanne Farrell Smith, and Claire Guyton

The story of everything we have done is contained, yes, in our bodies. In our work, too; sliced or pruned or distilled as necessary to power the engine of a given piece. “No takebacks” in this life, says Karly Vance in “Supplication,” where we are all the playthings of “helpless, hapless gods.” No takebacks, so let’s get it right, at least the work. In “Your Ancestors I Found Online,” Laurinda Lind provides running, sardonic commentary on notes from a family tree—poor William, 1624, that’s all I’m saying. So everything we have done is contained in our bodies and in our work… and maybe everything our forebears have done, too? In “Some Chance for Precipitation” DB Jonas tells us “We are falling.” Some days we agree; we are all falling, and we wonder if the parachutes will save us. Most days we feel the ground under our feet and we’re grateful for these fragile, scarred bodies, and aging muscles. For everything we’ve done and made.

—Claire, Suzanne, Cheryl

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