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!

Angie St. John – Them Trophies

Dear Reader, we hope this postcard from the wide wide road finds you well, and you have all the time in the world to join up with this one, our first share from the latest issue, Angie St. John’s short story “Them Trophies.”

This story appears in Storm Cellar 8.3, available in print and ebook formats over in our store. Read on!