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...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 She painted with tempera on the kitchen floor, an old roll-up window shade soaking up the excess. Painted with confidence and abandon. Here a dragon, there a mermaid, recognizable to her alone. Graduated to an easel and drippy paints that...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 The elevator comes and goes, comes and goes. I stand in a stupor, oblivious to the whooshing of doors opening and closing. Mundane functions like getting into an elevator seem irrevocably unimportant while my thoughts jump radically...
