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I'd also like to draw your attention to our new print arm. One of the cheapest magazines you can subscribe to, it will be the highest caliber cutting-edge prose and poetry we can get our hands on. So see http://litareview.com/print and consider the insignificance of five dollars.
So, thanks for being subscribers, and thanks for awaiting this newest of issues. Spreading the word about this issue, which features a top-notch band and a top-notch story ("Silence for Yes" by Adalena Kavanagh and "Summerland" by huge indie The Woodlands).
Well, take care. More later. I should be posting the other editions of the last three issues as soon as possible. Hopefully going to get to it this weekend.
See also http://freshletters.net & http://trickwithaknife.com, two new projects launched by disproductions, and of course there is Girls with Insurance -- http://girlswithinsurance.com -- which has seen its fair share of activity lately.
Now here is a piece of micro-fiction, as previously promised. Thanks for sticking around!
Getting Into It
by Doug Bond (dougla...@gmail.com)
Everyone in town knew about it. They knew my name, said it like they were in church, hushed and quiet. Tommy's step-brother up in Creelston said he’d help us set it right. Never did like that man. Gave me the shimmy shanks.
Momma just glared and spat and broke different parts of the house. Got so bad I couldn't eat. Used to be she and I’d spend better part of Sunday morning out on the sand flats digging for stuff. Sifting the tiny shells at the tide line. Them slippery clams we hauled out with the sun still silvery and the gull’s squawking. No way could I hold any of it down anymore.
Just plain wrong, Tommy back in the vestry. Said Priest Hammley kept his best stuff in the little drawer by the place where his robes were hung up.
Well, Tommy, game and jittery said let's go do it, so we creeped back through the maze of hallways and found the place, opened the drawer and just stared at it for a while. Then he said, "I’m having a smoke now. You OK with that.”
When he struck the match that's when the real trouble started.