stark remembrance of this room with twisted toil in blood, in bloom and skewed insanities all round that fade, fall, die without a sound Jay Goldin works in academia and journalism. He has published poetry, fiction, film...
Once on a shopping trip with my wife while we were feeling the exhilaration of knowing that money could be spent, unnecessary things could be purchased, life could be decorated, we bought a large colorfully painted ceramic frog....
“Hello.” Open line sounds, but no voice; “Hello.” Now I recognize it, it’s the pause before the human comes on once the dialing app has reported that I’ve stopped eating dinner to answer the phone. I start to hang up. “Theresa?”...
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power – Toni Morrison
