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!

Lana Spendl: Sarajevo on the Phone

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!