There are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians or the Toltecs or the Mayans. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens…and also that they write poetry…and send it to people in New Jersey to publish.

Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last Battlestar, Galactica, leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet of scifaiku, sonnets, Cthulhuku, pantoums, and other cool metrical verse on a lonely quest: a shining planet known as Earth…the one where Starbuck gets sorta naked in the third Riddick movie and is not a future member of the A-Team.

So (re)read the JDP Poetry Issue. We’re pretty sure it’s why there are pyramids constructed in both hemispheres and not many issues of a literary magazine can say that.