Simon Perchik: [It starts at the foundry, softens]

Oh reader, rust is on the trees and the boards are locked up tight. We’re delighted to share this poem by Simon Perchik, “*”, which begins “It starts at the foundry…”

This poem closes out Storm Cellar 8.3, available in print and ebook formats over in our store. Read on!

ali lanzetta: wishbones

Today’s share is calcium and all its flying buttresses, Reader, the remains that fuel a spell: ali lanzetta’s [>>] “wishbones.”

This essay appears in Storm Cellar #7.1, nicknamed “Back Fire,” available in delicious print and ebook editions in our store. Read on!

Tyler Clark: July, December

Where’s it winter, and where summer, dear Reader? Let’s have a listen to Tyler Clark on the matter, in “July, December.”

This poem originally appeared in Storm Cellar 6.3, available in print and ebook formats in our store. Read on!