FICTION
 

• Going Down by Jeff S. Martindale
 
The plane yawed and fell sharply to the left. A cup of coffee spilled at the feet of a young flight attendant in the aisle. Napping passengers shot up in their seats. Everyone instinctively turned left toward the noise.
 

POETRY
 

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ESSAYS
 

• Baseball and Yesterday by Jeff S. Martindale
 
The stadium was immense. When I craned my neck over the vast sea of spectators, a wave of red shirts and red hats prevailed. As a small town boy, I had never seen so many people in one place.