October 2013
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When I was in sixth grade, my homeroom and science teacher was Mr. Bassetti. He was a very nice man, a very nice teacher. One grading quarter, in our science class, he gave us the following option: skip the quizzes and tests if we performed a series of predetermined science experiments at home. As a…
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I have a new short story published in the October issue of See Spot Run, a print-only literary magazine associated with Alma College in Alma, Michigan. My story is titled Three Hours to Saint Paul It managed to snag the coveted centerfold spot in the magazine. That’s fancy pants, I think. I mean, its fancy pants…
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In truth, we were both a little uncomfortable in our respective positions. He, dead so long and poised satirically on a large granite boulder. Me, so close to his nether regions. But, we had a lovely moment together in Merrion Square Park… Until I ran away and thew my arms around the bust of Michael…
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This is clearly not how I write, I tell myself as I listen to the clickety-clack of little laptop and tablet keys. My writer’s group has assembled – not to critique one another’s work as we normally do, but to quietly sit and write. It is a novel idea but as I sit here and…
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Some days, you have to stand still. Trust that the world is moving around you, propelling a body forward with a quiet and unrelenting velocity.
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I write stories. For a really long time, I wrote stories in secret – never sharing, never admitting this is what I wanted in my life. Never failing but never succeeding, either. Until one day that changed. A small part was figuring out how to share my work. The larger part came with barely…
Brianne M. Kohl 