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!

Nathan Nielsen: two woodcuts

It’s May Day, or some day close by. We’re so glad to share these woodcuts from SC 5.1 by Nathan Nielsen, Cracked and Ant Glen:

5.1 print here, ebook here, subscriptions here. Read on!