Works & Days Quarterly

"Remember—I'm not paying to listen to your dreams, you're paying me." Her voice is stringent, but sensuous, a honey-lemon cough drop. "Is that my only option?" I ask, hoping to get on her sliding scale. "Nope," she says cheerfully. "I could teach you to listen to your own dreams. But that will take a while—what do you say?" After centuries of leeches and lobotomies, alchemy and the hangman's noose, we were getting somewhere!

{Con't.}

Dream Girl

by Sean Slaney

Empathetic Plant Alchemy

New Zealand Flax
Paper

by Anne Beck

Recipes:

Cold Weather Yen

by Ashley Suzan Beck
and Eric Wines

Sigism(u)ondo among West Bushwick-town

(building five)

by Eric Bland

O and the holy man says, and the holy man says:

It is too soon to tell, y'all. It is too soon to tell.

La-de-LA-la. La-de-LA-la-la.

So spoken by one Thomas Rudolpho Jones,

Il miglior fabbro, director of the waste management bureau,

Recently appointed after a thorough search by the Executive Committee,

From below me, promoted above me...

{Con't.}

Miniature Paintings

by Hiba Schahbaz

Mud Balls; Emerging Pod

by Matthew Ronay

Cycles

by Jon Eric Riis

Guide; Or, A Man in a White Linen Suit Speaks the Following

by Cara Marsh Sheffler

PART III: But write it, I did. And once my guide was written and once The Emigrants' Guide to Oregon and California was sold, it was time to return West, late in the summer of 1845. This second crossing of the Continent was of an entirely different sort of character than the first.

{Con't.}

~WITH~

Infinite Progress; Fantasies and Loops for Solo Violin

by Luke Cissell

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