Losing them, fixing them, forgetting to put them in
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Isaac Rodman has been a printer, a soldier, an electronics serviceman, an interpreter in New York, and a manager of dancers in Asia. He now teaches writing at Florida State University and Florida A. and M. University while writing his dissertation on American Romanticism, for the University of Massachusetts. He lives in Tallahassee, Florida.
Many days Ann took the coat out of the front closet, placed it over her arm and stroked the white fur. She imagined herself standing at the North Pole surrounded by clean white snow as far as the eye could see in all directions, snow sifting from the colorful flickering sky and falling softly around her in the antiseptic cold, falling and collecting smooth and without footprint to the horizon. In the frozen wastes of her imagination, under the aurora borealis of her wounded central nervous system, she could achieve numbness.