It’s that time of year, again–time to celebrate and give thanks for the blessings and good things in our lives the only way we know how: by glutting ourselves on an absurd excess of the aforementioned blessings and good things.

And we at Atticus Review are no different from any other American family–something about the end of November just brings out our desire for (almost) too much of a good thing. So, rather than your weekly tasty yet moderate serving of fiction and poetry, we’ve laid the table with a spread of short and flash fiction that will leave you passed out with your belt unbuckled and a fork still in your hand.

Gearing up for Cyber Monday? See Carol Deminski’s “Stuff I Buy Online” for some hints on what not to buy online.

Driving across Texas to meet the family of your new, divorced girlfriend? See either Robin Wyatt Dunn’s “Panhandling” or Kevin Jones’ “The Distance from There to Here,” depending on how violent you’re feeling.

Ric Hoeben’s “Goat Island” speaks to the brother who won’t be making it to the family affair, and “Special Forces” by Woody Evans either will make you wish you were closer to the old man or glad you aren’t.

Speaking of fathers, Nick Stokes’ “The Father of Sighs” puts a whole new spin on reproduction.

Of course, keep in mind that when it comes to the original Thanksgiving crowd, Joe Trinkle is here to remind you that “They Didn’t Live in Teepees.”

And if you just aren’t feeling the holiday vibe, look for an uncharitable compatriot in Kevin Tosca’s “Brother” or just head out back and get lit on some LaCygne Green a la Guinotte Wise’s “Speaking French in Kurtz Territory.”

From our literary family to yours, Happy Thanksgiving, all.