Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet No. 37

by Kelly Link (Editor), Gavin J. Grant (Editor)

Overview

This electronical edition was shot into the sky, bounced off the moon, and floated gently into the internet. There are names you may know and, excitingly, names you may not. This zine: always and forever a good read. Here: Two Poems. There: Three Poems of the Abyss. New fiction from Maria Romasco Moore, Leslie Wilber, Howard Waldrop, Izzy Wasserstein, and James Sallis — who returns to LCRW for the first time since LCRW #14. Nicole Kimberling's column "Sweet, Sweet Side Dish" might be about what you're thinking of, if you're thinking of eggplant. Those two, three, three — and then one more — poems are from Holly Day, Juan Martinez, Catherine Rockwood, and Michael Werner. We stretched out the backpages and included a bonus story from a collection we published within the last five years.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781618731470
Publisher:	Small Beer Press
Publication date:	04/17/2018
Series:	Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet , #37
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	56
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Kelly Link&Gavin J. Grant live in Northampton, MA.

Read an Excerpt

From Three Abyss Poems by Juan Martinez: The abyss never dreams. He called late last night to let you know: He forgot to throw you a farewell party in this dream he did not have. . . . Excerpted from "Time Served" by Leslie Wilber: The first time Annie Savage stole anything, she was eight and living in a group home. She shared a bedroom with two other girls, improbably named Annie too. Maybe you wouldn’t be surprised to learn three young orphans named Annie became obsessed with the musical by the same name. The Annies stuck together, and were a perfect gang. Annie Z was a hulk of a girl, bigger than the other kids by a head and a large sack of flour. When one of the Annies absolutely needed something from any dust-up, Annie Z took it. Annie H’s family was from Mexico, so she was actually called Ana before taking up with the other Annies. She was the prettiest and best-mannered, the type of kid adults trusted, because she brushed her teeth without reminder, won spelling bees and helped with the dishes. Annie H smoothed out trouble the girls had with anyone so big and authoritative that Annie Z couldn’t handle them. My Auntie A was Annie S by this naming convention. She had a knack for being clever, sneaky and invisible. She was their mastermind and a thief. Stealing things started out of a perceived necessity. The Annies believed if one of them was cute enough and charming enough, she’d be adopted by a bazillionaire—as in the musical—and convince him to save the others as well. Annie H was their best bet. The girls began tireless efforts to dress her in the most adorable fashion. . . . Excerpted from "Their Eyes Like Dead Lamps" by Izzy Wasserstein: I saw the car coming from a long way off, first as a line of dust up along the ridge, then bending its way forward, disappearing and reappearing behind the hills. A black sedan, gleaming in the late afternoon sun, the kind of car only city people owned, all but useless in the winter. Most people along the banks of the Marais des Cygnes River had trucks, and the cars you saw were old and rusted and not bothered about the dirt that caked their sides. This car had the look of people who bothered. . . .

Table of Contents

Fiction

Maria Romasco Moore, "Dying Light"
Leslie Wilber, "Time Served"
Howard Waldrop, "Till the Cows Come Home to Roost"
Izzy Wasserstein, "Their Eyes Like Dead Lamps"
James Sallis, "Dayenu"

Nonfiction

Nicole Kimberling, "Sweet, Sweet Side Dish "

Poetry

Holly Day, Two Poems
Juan Martinez, Three Poems of the Abyss
Catherine Rockwood, Three Poems
Michael Werner, "The Opossum"

Cover photo

Dawn Kimberling