Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet No. 34

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July 2016 · paper edition 56pp · Ebook ISBN (9781618731364).

LCRW #34, head raised, peeps over the parapet.

Table of Contents







Actual Tablet of Contention*


Amanda Marbais, “Colossal”
Marco Kaye, “The New Ancient of Sophocles High”
John Richard Saylor, “All Things Returned”
Barbara A. Barnett, “The Shop of Dying Illusions”
Michelle Podsiedlik, “Recursion”


Nicole Kimberling, “Savory Cinderella”
About the Authors


Hazel Crowley, “Six Poems ”
Stephen Burt, “Two Poems”
Molly Gloss, “Superman, Sleepless”
Holly Day, “People in Boxes”
David W. Pritchard, “Four Poems”
Neile Graham, “Three Poems”
Anne Sheldon, “Three Poems”
A. B. Robinson, “Four Poems”


Kathleen Jennings, “Sydney Living Museums”

* None of this is actually under contention.

A Little More of the Above

Amanda Marbais, “Colossal”

Gerald is a reformed stutterer and droid-porn addict. That doesn’t broach the issue that he is also a colossal squid. His skin has turned to red, porous gelatin and his feet have erupted with a thousand suckers. He’s self-identified, because giving his condition a name provides him navigable expectations.He dealt with childhood epithets. With rage he anticipates new, supposedly clever tags from unseen assailants—Squirty, Red, or possibly Van Tentacles.

Marco Kaye, “The New Ancient of Sophocles High”

Over the past week, I had been doing illegal and potentially harmful things to my body in the name of Greco-Roman wrestling. I sprinted through my development in trash bags. I ate one egg for breakfast, nothing for lunch and half an energy bar for dinner. I devoured meat in my dreams. Mom insisted on whipping up some high-fiber dishes so, in her words, my “poor heart won’t go kaput.”

John Richard Saylor, “All Things Returned”

My father and I were driving through New State, that large, egg shaped land mass that appeared between Pennsylvania and New Jersey five years ago. We were on the highway that the government built, the only one that ran across New State. It was a five-hundred mile straight shot of concrete between what had been the east and west banks of the Delaware River and we were about a third of the way across it.

Barbara A. Barnett, “The Shop of Dying Illusions”

She was going to be that kind of customer. Rasheed could tell by the way she entered the shop. Grand pause to let the door clang shut behind her, then a dramatic toss of her long, liquid-like mane of black hair. She looked as if she had stepped straight off the cover of one of those paranormal romance books his sister used to read: skin-choking leather pants, knee-high boots, midriff-revealing top, hip jutted out at a ridiculous angle that couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

Michelle Podsiedlik, “Recursion”

The man at the funeral home gave Sarah what was left of Simon in a small white box. She didn’t ask what had been left to burn of an already burnt body.
The icy wind hit her as she walked outside. Tucking the box against her chest, she hurried to the car with her head down, blonde hair whipping against her neck, black coat snapping. Ryan waited in the driver’s seat, the engine still running. He glanced at her. Now what?


Nicole Kimberling, “Savory Cinderella”

I came home from work one day last fall to discover the year’s first whole pumpkin waiting for me. She sat in the center of my dining room table apart from the rest of the CSA vegetables, and leaned at a sultry angle that said, “I have arrived, now come cook me.”
This is not an isolated incident.
Whole pie pumpkins have been appearing in my house for at least five years. Sometimes I find them loafing in empty pie plates as if to say, “Oh, if you weren’t doing anything perhaps you could make me into a pie.” Other times they hunch stoically in the refrigerator for more than a week while I ponder whether or not I feel like engaging an entire gourd.


Hazel Crowley, “O Muse”

o muse,
patron saint of sunken ships,
give us the freedom to roam
the courage to swat away the fakery
the tools to tear apart the rigging that
holds up the
too close sky
and, one day,
fists full of stars,
we will riot on

Stephen Burt, “Cosplayers In Line At The Starbucks”

Even the scowling ones in ninja drab
appear to be having a ball. And the awkward
guards who also serve around Queen Mab

Molly Gloss, “Superman, Sleepless”

Lying here hearing every rustle of leaf,
every bird’s peep in a hundred miles,
hearing even a child coughing, tossing in her bed
twelve towns away, a man shifting his weight
to take a sip of water, no, whiskey, the sigh
of his chair as he shifts his hips, a book
opening, no, closing as it’s put aside for sleep

Holly Day, “People in Boxes”

matchstick bones, the outlines of deer and
water deities turned light blue with time
scrawled along the arms and legs of a forgotten
priest or poet or king with the point
of a blade or the tip of a pin
dipped in ink and stuck in, again and again
the long-legged blond woman wearing antlers
on her head
the short, bearded man frozen into the

David W. Pritchard, “Memoirs I Would Read”

This is my experience: followed from the Hirshhorn by the Barbara Kruger noises. Which Whitman was quoted for the station of the Metro? Meanwhile, you didn’t care enough to change your life. It will not be OK. I demand confessions, I demand retrospectives based on them. I make a list to assuage a tendency:

Neile Graham, “You Put a Spell On Me”

Somehow I thought there’d be more:
lark’s tongues, bat song, mooncakes
and starry ale, a sonic screwdriver,
Billie Holiday breaking my heart again.
I was so sure there was a trick:

Anne Sheldon, “Twice in My Late Morning Dream”

I dream I wake and weep.
Ragged tortoise cats
I do not own
stretch and bawl.
I just manage to herd them

A. B. Robinson, “Totally ’80s Fishnet Gloves”

All the deep blonde side parts in the world

All the next-gen washcloths in the world

All the Rotten Broth

All the Mystical Fire Paks in the world

and the broken teeth

and the burnt lungs . . .

About these Authors

Barbara A. Barnett is a writer, musician, orchestra librarian, Odyssey Writing Workshop alum, coffee addict, wine lover, bad movie mocker, and all-around geek. Her short fiction has appeared in publications such as Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Intergalactic Medicine Show, Shimmer, Daily Science Fiction, Flash Fiction Online, Fantasy Magazine, and Wilde Stories: The Year’s Best Gay Speculative Fiction. Barbara lurks about the Philadelphia area and has been known to frequently burst into song.

Stephen Burt is Professor of English at Harvard and the author of several books of poetry and literary criticism, among them Belmont, The Forms of Youth, and All-Season Stephanie, a new chapbook from Rain Taxi Editions. Sooner or later Stephen really will cosplay Kitty Pryde.

Hazel Crowley is a writer living in Boston, Mass.

Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minnesota since 2000. Her poetry has recently appeared in Oyez Review, SLAB, and Gargoyle, while her recently published books include Music Theory for Dummies (3rd edition), Piano All-in-One for Dummies, The Book Of, and Nordeast Minneapolis: A History.

Molly Gloss is the author of five novels, including Wild Life (James Tiptree, Jr. Award) and The Dazzle of Day (PEN West Fiction Prize). Her story “Lambing Season” appeared in The Best of the Best: Twenty Years of The Year’s Best Science Fiction.

Neile Graham married a poet and herds students, professors, and writers for a living so she’s much beset by syllables and phrases, sentences even, lyrical and not. The ones she has written down herself have appeared most recently in Interfictions, Liminality, and Through The Gate, as well as a few collections, most recently Blood Memory, and a spoken word CD, She Says: Poems Selected and New.

Kathleen Jennings was raised on fairytales in western Queensland. She trained as a lawyer and filled the margins of her notes with pen and ink illustrations. She has been nominated for the World Fantasy award and has received several Ditmar Awards. She lives in Brisbane, Australia.

Marco Kaye is a frequent contributor to McSweeney’s, and has been published on the New’s “Shouts & Murmurs.” He is at work on a novel. This is his first story in print.

Over the past 30 years, Nicole Kimberling has become an expert at disassembling plants of all kinds only to turn around and reassemble them into a item called “dinner.” She lives and works and in Bellingham, Washington.

Amanda Marbais’ fiction has appeared in a variety of publications including Hobart, Joyland, the Collagist, and McSweeney’s. She lives in Chicago where she is the Managing Editor of Requited Journal.

Michelle Podsiedlik lives in southern New Hampshire. Her speculative short fiction has appeared in WitchWorks, The Sirens Call, and Schlock Webzine. She has finished a suspense novel and blogs at

David W. Pritchard is a member of the editorial Central Committee of Industrial Lunch. He is the author, with Greg Purcell, of the chapbook More Fresh Air and, with Kay Gabriel, Impropria Persona. Recent writings can be found or are forthcoming in Tripwire, the Brasilia Review, Tammy, and elsewhere. He studies Utopia as an MA/PhD student at UMass Amherst.

A. B. Robinson is a co-editor of Industrial Lunch, a magazine for poetry and art. Her chapbook 36 Stop-Motion Films of the Summer was released in 2015 by Industrial Lunch Press; poems have appeared in TINGE, N/A, and elsewhere. In the fall of 2016 she will be pursuing an MA in Creative Writing at UC Davis. She lives in Amherst with her partner.

John Richard Saylor is a South Carolina Arts Commission Fiction Project winner and a winner of the Linda Julian Award for the essay. His stories have appeared in the South Carolina Review and Emrys Journal. John has degrees from Yale, the University of Minnesota, and SUNY Buffalo. He lives in South Carolina where he works as a professor of mechanical engineering at Clemson University.

Anne Sheldon is a native Washingtonian, a storyteller, and librarian at Grace Episcopal Day School in Kensington, MD. Her work has appeared in Poet Lore, Weird Tales, The Dark Horse, LCRW, and other magazines. Her books include The Adventures of the Faithful Companion and The Bone Spindle from Aqueduct Press

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