Bang, Bang If your tongue’s a gun,  I’ve been dead since “hello”.  Brains!  I ain’t got no brain,  But your brain I’m gonna get.  Bang,...

I try not to think of him the way I last saw him. Cold. Frozen. I prefer to think of him as a different sort of frozen—the frozen in time so

Norman is, by most people’s interpretation of the word, absolutely ordinary. With a name that has the word right in it, the nine year old is