Issue 20 / Winter 2020 Magic Man and I walked hand in hand down the worn wood pathway, looking for the perfect musical snow globe. The ocean rose in the distance, caressing the hot sand. His thumb rubbed circles on my knuckles. Families flew bright kites on the...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 Remember the hydra: if you cut off one of the hydra’s heads, several more will grow to replace it. Difficulties have a habit of multiplying exponentially. An unholy tryst in the trees and four heads emerged. * The four...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 This is what I know. August: He tells the nurse who lives next door that the strange gash above and behind his right ear is from falling in the night. Disoriented and tangled in the sheets, he hit his head on a piece of furniture. But he...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 They found her planted on the porch glider, shivering yet serene on some stormy November night, tail rings of alternating black and taupe, salmon droplet edging one nostril. Their first instinct was shoo—but when this flea-ridden kitten...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 Saturday afternoon, I stood in the bedroom I shared with Dulce, my shy, thirteen-year-old host sister. A short towel wrapped me from armpits to thighs, my hair dripped down my shoulders and back, and leather chanclas protected my feet...
New Year, New Decade, New Imprint By Andrew Gifford When I started SFWP, everyone told me to “find a niche.” This was 1998, and it was a very different time for the publishing industry. It was a world before e-books, before the self-publishing revolution. As I stormed...
