Dear Readers, September and sundering, a disillusionment or a destruction (something like that), a gain of sorts, long run, well after, scintillating to the point of retinal burn-in. We are so electrified to share today’s prose poem by Christine Bettis, “Lots“:
This poem appears in our sparkling-new Storm Cellar #4.3, in print here with downloads over there. Read on!

![Christine Bettis - Lots [sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/christine-bettis-lots-sample.png?w=700&h=1079)
![Jennifer_Nichole_Wells_-_Advice[cover_recto[etsy]]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/jennifer_nichole_wells_-_advicecover_rectoetsy.png?w=700&h=1079)
![Diya Abdo - Lariope[sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/diya-abdo-lariopesample.png?w=490&h=756)
![Mark Ward - A School Photograph [sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/mark-ward-a-school-photograph-sample.png?w=700&h=1079)
![Noah Kucij - Austerities [sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/noah-kucij-austerities-sample.png?w=700&h=1079)