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!
Far places are closer every day, by schooner and videoconference if not 737, & so we’re chuffed to add to the web today this flash by Lana Spendl [>>], “Sarajevo on the Phone“:
This flash originally appeared in SC 6.2, available in print and ebook formats. Read on!