FICTION
 

• Whose Blame is it Anyway? by Jeff S. Martindale
 
From the time I turned twelve, I could drink my friends under the table – I came by it honest, as my grandfather often said.  When they hit the wall after a couple of six-packs, I couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – stop until I’d safely out-consumed them.
 
 
• Catfish Dreams by Jeff S. Martindale
 
Furrowing his considerable brow, Dick studied the greasy spoon menu, squinting his 81-year-old eyes, still as dark as loam and radiant as the day he asked her to marry him.
 

POETRY
 

• No submissions this month

ESSAYS
 

• Life (Read Manual Before Beginning) by Jeff S. Martindale
 
I found it to be chock-full of conventional but time-tested wisdom.  And it is short—under 100 pages, which is to say I should finish it long before my kids nag me for the car keys.