They tapped a cask of sherry—cozy is as cozy does— in a command post near Brunete.
In a different mood he was, and sat alone drinking Bushmills and stout, mumblingto no point in particular.
Though I bled a bit, a poultice was applied and soon enough, I dried.
Beginning today, we’ll start publishing the most stunning selections from our recent reading period.
Bronagh, which means “sadness” in the Gaelic, became a Redfern when she married my Da two weeks after her seventeenth birthday and that day she was dressed in her mother’s own wedding gown.
Chicago Literati is accepting submissions for our next feature issue until March 1, 2018.
Our guest editor, Courtney Harler, is particularly intersted in the ways in which Celtic culture is represented in contemporary society. Think of Outlander or Poldark, both the books and the television adaptations. Think of festivals you may have attended, or music you may have encountered, or travels you may have taken.