Stranded

Once upon a time, I had my stay in England forcibly extended by the particulate (and particular) exhalations of an Icelandic volcano whose name I won't even attempt to spell for fear of accidentally invoking something Lovecraftian. Another one of the stranded, a gent named Andrew Losowsky, found himself indefinitely in Dublin and decided to put together a magazine made up of content generated by the folks whose travel plans were interrupted. When I stumbled into the project, he suggested I wr...