We here have always had a thing for the stories of stories, the causes of stories, the interpenetration and interdependence of stories. Unboxed from the archive today we slyly present Lisa E. Balvanz’s shutter-flashed fiction, “Deleted Scenes“:
We’re so brightened, on a low-slung cloudy a.m., to lift from the archive a little piece of brass-and-pillow response to old Carl‘s call — from SC 3.1, it’s Jennifer McGowan‘s “Excuse Me, Mr. Sandburg.”
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“Swimsuit season” sounds like something Elmer Fudd cleans his shotgun for. And we have learned from an early age to climb the social ladder, haven’t we? These things are connected by the appetites. A solution comes now in SC 4.2, Harmony Neal’s surgically effective “Phoenix“:
It’s been a lovely #NaPoMo, y’all. Read on!
Spring lions off, it lambs out, with harsh and unforgiving burgeoning. Let’s wade into John Palen’s barefooted compromise, “Biophilia on the Middle Fork“: