For this mini issue, we asked people to send us work that reminds them of August. This could be a memory, the setting, a person, a feeling, and the responses we received were infected with everything we were looking for. 

We didn't want to see renditions of Summer works about beaches, ice creams, and back-to-school shopping.
Naturally, as a journal who seeks the unordinary and unsettling, we wanted to see works placed in parched grasslands, no AC, sweating it out in the back of a parking lot, rigged slot machines and clinking coins, thumbs deep in an apricot, hideous, floral furniture, hardwood floors, ice cold Coca-Cola from a sketchy side road gas station, cowboys, christ, and nothing for miles and miles and miles.

This issue features our favourite works that exemplify the dehydration, rotting, and longing that August brings and leaves behind.