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goldenbee2-graphicsfairyIssue No. 3 is in the works, set to go live at midnight on September 3! 12 short stories, 12 poems, 7 flash pieces, 6 essays, and a swarm of bees.

We’re currently reading submissions for Issue No. 4 (December), Issue No. 5 (March), and Issue No. 6 (June).

To whet your appetite, here’s a snippet from Andrew Browers’ essay, “Somewhere A Honeybee”.

I kind of really love bees. While most kids were taught, through hilarious example by terrified adults, the various dance-like moves that help one evade these fuzzy little stingers, I learned to watch them buzz on by as they made their eponymous line toward a flower or fellow worker. I liked to watch them nestle into our rosebush to get at nectar and pollen. I liked it when they’d land on my shoe as I sprawled on my back to cloud gaze or read or while away my summertime days. I felt, I don’t know, like it was a little blessing. Bees be with you. And also with you.

It might be an invention of mine, but I seem to remember there being way more bees around in those days. One could hardly walk from your door to the door of your best friend without crossing paths with a few. I remember one day when a neighbor kid named Eric told us that he had once eaten a dead bee. The fact that he was comparatively already a very adult-sounding eleven years old, we couldn’t help but take him at his word. It tasted, he said, like all the other dead things in his (what I now understand to have been fabricated) catalog of gastronomical bad choices. It tasted “like pizza.” What was this, but one more reason to love bees? They tasted, when dead, like the staple of my diet. I was maybe downright in love.