Dear Bette Davis
Young love, first kisses and the infernal influence of old movies. Or: the dangers of smoking.
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Don Whitman's Masterpiece
Don Whitman was a high school boy who did a bad and bloody thing. Now the pipe's all filled with cement and the adults tell his name to scare us—all except Mr Gregor: Mr Gregor knows the truth. He told it to me once, with details...
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The Salt Hollows
Some people don't have souls no more. Sometimes they trade 'em away for doing what's right, she said.
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Hazelnut Street
When you are little, your street is your world. One day you leave. When you return, sometimes you cry.
Originally published in Temenos, Central Michigan University's graduate literary journal
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The Circular Logic of Space Exploration
An unexpected telephone call reignites a retired professor's scientific ambitions, but at what cost—and to whom?
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The Boy Who Spoke Mosquito
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