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Ye Who Are Willing by Tamara Miles

Choosing a spot on which to break ground for the Holy Valley Church of Blessed Creatures took only the better part of one afternoon. Our dog Maurice, a born evangelical, put his paw down on a patch of shepherd’s purse growing on the south side of an abandoned cemetery. We took it as a sign…

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Pennywhistle by William Squirrell

It was just spring when they first heard the music. They were at the very back of the schoolyard behind the screen of trees, sitting against the brick wall sharing a cigarette. Jimmy was hacking at the mud with the heel of his sneaker. He’d been crying. Hassled and hustled and bullied and troubled since…

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Author Interviews: Let’s Talk

We hope you enjoy the author interviews that we frequently publish here at Cease, Cows. If you have a new book coming out, let us know, and perhaps our next interview subject will be YOU! Since we welcome writers of all genders, colors, ethnicities, and orientation, we look forward to hearing from a more diverse…

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The Second Shed by Michael Loveday

Without the wife knowing, Denholm is building a miniature model of Rickmansworth, in his second garden shed. He is gluing the model together, entirely from matchsticks (and, because of the matchsticks, it is taking a long time). He filches odd half-hours, at weekends, and grabs time in early evenings, when Joan is distracted by the…

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Ta-Dah! by Aaron J. Housholder

The twins were named Abra and Cadabra because Dad was indifferent and Mom had a crush on Chuckles, the poorly-named local magician. He played birthday parties and daycare centers and generally scared the children to tears and never chuckled at all. “He’s so dark and angsty,” Mom once said to Dad, in what must be…

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The Girl With Crimson Hair by Amy Crosby

In glimpses she existed, in snatches of sight through the half-broken windows of the old hill house: the girl with crimson hair. The townspeople whispered of her often, turned deep into their hearts by superstition and idle gossip. A child so fair of face with hair so red that it was as if blood cascaded…

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Staff Update

We have a fresh face at the farm! Please join us in welcoming our new Associate Poetry Editor, Daniel Jeffreys, to the Cease, Cows family! Daniel and Rachael Smart (our fantabulous Poetry Editor) are currently in preparation mode for January 2017, when we will once again throw open the barn doors to poetry submissions. Mosey…