Fiction
Anna Baker:   He looked my boyfriend and me over. “What are you, drug dealers or something?” “No,” I said, “we’re clean and sober.” “Makes no difference.”   Garnett Kilberg Cohen:   As he slid the cards back into a pile, he told me the reading was $50, but I didn't have to pay if I thought we were going to be seeing more of each other.

Essays
Lia Purpura re-reads and falls down.   Kerry Muir on how Al Pacino calls Charlie “a tough taskmaster.”

Poetry
the I-do-not-think-they-will-sing-to-me's of  Eugenio Montale, Liliana Ursu, Albert Goldbarth, Bob Hicok, Chard deNiord, and James Tate.  And much more.