Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet No. 36

There are many ways to look at or approach the number 36. It is a square and, therefore seemingly as far from a prime number as it is possible to get. (37 is prime: so the previous statement sounds exciting but is wrong.) There are not 36 short stories within. But there are at least two poems, although they are not 18 pages each. There is a cover from Kat Philbin. There are stories of possibly eerie encounters, stories of unfortunate encounters, stories that do not hold a single encounter, except the imminent encounter between you, the reader, and the writer who is somewhere other in space and now retreating further in time each day. And if the enchantment of fiction - and poetry and nonfiction - works as planned, that magic will take someone's thought that has been encapsulated in words, those words that were encased by ink, that ink that was pinned to paper, and then maybe, just maybe, that magic will be enacted upon you by the act of reading and you will take into your synapses, the space between your synapses, something of what that far distant writer hoped to impart in these words.