Small Press Month

My fan belt broke up on the four lane and I need twelve dollars to fix it so I can get back home because I went off and forgot my cat's asthma medication on the kitchen counter and he's allergic to cats, you see. We're headed to Dallas to visit my mother who is sick and can't get to the doctor because the warranty's gone out on her artificial hip and you know how these things are - they break as soon as the warranty expires. My children have been looking forward to seeing their grandma one more time before she dies, bless her poor old arhythmic heart, but they haven't eaten since yesterday, when we shared a Twinkie between the five of us. Things would be better if my wife didn't have to live in an iron lung.

March is Small Press Month, or so I've been told. So why not help out an old altar boy and make a tax deductible donation to WordArts and Southern Gothic today?