The Proper Word For Me," Robin Goodman

The Head Has Its Confines. The Head’s Got Those All Right, And The Heart. The Heart Has Its Reasons.

I Was At The Tail End Of The Family. The Next Brother Along Was Already Seven Years Older Than Me. I Remember Growing Up By Myself, Playing Games By Myself.

It's About The Connecting Force From Form To Form. It's The Toe Bone Connecting To The Shoulder Bone. It's The Bacterial Kick Of Life Force, Something Growing Out Of Nothing, Forming Itself Out Of Something Else. Form Never Stops. And Form Is Always Environmental.

And It Was Always The Stories That Needed The Telling That Gave Us The Rope We Could Cross Any River With. They Balanced Us High Above Any Crevasse. They Made Us Be Natural Acrobats. They Made Us Brave. They Met Us Well. They Changed Us. It Was In Their Nature To.

Short Stories Consume You Faster. They're Connected To Brevity. With The Short Story, You Are Up Against Mortality. I Know How Tough They Are As A Form, But They're Also A Total Joy.