“Ivan lay sprawled out in the snow, his limbs twisted. That’s what you look like when you fall out of the sky. Not like an angel or even a bird, but like a man never meant to be airborne.”
from my short story “The Flight of Ivan Ivanovich” in issue 72 of Mexico’s Ofi Press. It’s on page 27.
The issue also includes a wide selection of international poetry, an interview and book review.
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