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As far as I’m concerned, no teacher goes into a classroom without concealed weapons. I know I never have. Chalk is a bullet in the right hands. Students have no idea what I’m up to or whether what I’m teaching them is algebra or how to live. Read the rest of this entry »

He didn’t sleep at night until he had fed the jar. He hustled pool and won: nobody figured a kid could shoot. Mondays he caught shifts at the deli unless the regular slicer came back sober from the casinos. He ran deliveries of whatever didn’t burn a hole in his hand until nothing felt hot. Read the rest of this entry »

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    This Novel is a close relative of The Question from more than 25 years ago. I've edited it substantially and…

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    Thank you so much, anhinga. This story, written 20 years ago, seems prophetic now. —David

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    "The town we all grew up in has been gone so long! We never thought its undertow could be so strong."…

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    This Very Short Novel is a close relative of Monkey at the Piano from almost 20 years ago. I'm certain…

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    So glad to hear it, anhinga! I returned to your site for your entertaining backgrounder on the nature of the…