Welcome to the March 2008 issue of Defenestration, which oozed out of the backside of a rabbit-like Easter monotreme and dyed for you enjoyment.

That’s right. I used “monotreme” in a sentence. While this is a logical segue into a discussion revolving around cloacas (which I like to call “cloaca orbits”), we’ll forgo all of that and instead move onto the heart of the matter, which is the latest issue.

(Some of you still have no idea what I’m talking about. I know Eileen doesn’t.)

Anyway, this month we’ve got an issue full of the sort of family fun you don’t want to invite your entire family over to enjoy. So you enjoy it, by yourself, in that closet you’ve got set aside for just such a purpose, the one with the pillows and the flashlight and the wi-fi access and the half-eaten box of fudge rounds. You know the place.

This month we present to you a confusing hodgepodge of humor, consisting of poems that read like prose and more non-fiction than you’re probably used to. The work of four poets, five writers, a cartoonist, and some other people not worth mentioning, are all compiled here for your enjoyment.

No Defenestrati this month. Don’t cry, they’ll be back next month. They’re on Spring Break.

—Andrew Kaye, editor-in-chief