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vt The Last Days of Friendship with Shawn M.
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BLUE MOUNTAIN Review
The Death of Baseball
Martin Turner was the orneriest neighbor of my childhood and it was years before I paid him back for all the misery he caused with his cranked-up ugliness. . . calling the cops every time we played baseball in the street.
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FALL issue #9 2017
If we were too loud with our water balloon fights or kick the can, a cop car would roll slowly down the street like a bull shark sniffing the pavement for what wasn’t right.
NPR Station Manager Richard Winham AUTHOR
Shawn, my best friend and juvie-bound, was seventeen. I fell right in behind him, father-less, and like a lemming, just looking for any cliff to jump off. Over the bass-driven beats above the loblolly trees bending in the breeze, a Deep Purple haze thumping from Shawn’s speakers as I drifted away from any major league dreams. . . Martin Turner called the cops for the third time in one day.
Interviews with
Dinty Moore
SOUTHERN FRONTMEN TMEN Adam McIntyre of The Pinx
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James Templeton of
James + the Wild Spirit Introducing
local artist
Laura McCullough
poetry from William
Walsh Annmarie Lockhart
Faces of Faith conversation with
Clifford Brooks
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