Well, it’s time for me to say goodbye as editor-in-chief of OxMag. Everything I try to write comes out corny and disingenuous, and I’m not one for longwinded exits so I’ll just say thanks to Maggie Waz (one of our previous editors-in-chief) for giving me the job, thanks to the editors and staff, thanks to Joe Squance (our managing editor) and other Miami English faculty, and last thanks to the contributors.<\/p>\n
I’m a runner and now seems like the best time to be that in a small Midwest college town. Oxford’s nothing but bones sans students. No one gets in my way on the sidewalks; sometimes I can go an entire hour-long run without seeing a single person. When I run along the empty roads and sidewalks, if I concentrate between breaths I can hear my own heartbeat. Not just the pulse in my ears, but my actual heart expanding and contracting. It’s a bit unnerving, but there’s a comfort to its cadence, a kind of proof of life. It’ll end sometime, of that we can all be sure, just as everything else does. But in the meantime it’s nice knowing it’s there.<\/p>\n
Hope you enjoy this last full-length issue of the year. Be on the lookout for a summer EP to drop sometime in July along with the names of the winners of our Inaugural Golden Ox Award for Prose and Poetry. <\/p>\n
-Matt<\/p>\n