by David Licata

“I did an experiment with my students,” my friend Stacey said. “I asked them to write whatever they wanted and submit their stories anonymously.”

We were in a café on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, where we met two or three times a season for a coffee, a pastry, and a catch-up.

“How’d that turn out?” I asked. Continue reading “The Ghoul and the Magpie” →