Conundrum Press shares its authors' work through its new lit sampler, The Conundrum. Read On White Space and Silence from Phantom Canyon there and the fine work of many of my fellow authors at Conundrum..
You know how you remember where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing when you listened to such-and-such a song, maybe for the first time? Like Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” when no doubt you should not have been there, and certainly not with that crowd, under those conditions, in a smoky basement apartment with black lights on Oglethorpe Avenue in Savannah? Right. You do.
This is how it is for me with the first essay I ever heard from what has become Phantom Canyon—“Bathing.”
I have yet to see the spider that the dragline carries through that Keatsian “tender eye-dawn of aurorean love,” and even if I did, I would have to fly downstairs to the cabinet beneath the sink for the jelly jam “spider jar” Leonard keeps handy in both our suburban and mountain kitchens, despite his repeated accusation that I am an “intrepid spider murderer.”