Richard Goldstein
Richard Jay Goldstein has been writing for almost thirty years. He’s a lapsed emergency-room doctor and has published sixty-something stories and essays. He lives with his wife, kids, and grandkids in the mountains east of Santa Fe, New Mexico.
— From October 2017Tides
Then ahead I saw a small, dark shape perched on the sand, well back from the water. As I drew closer, the shape revealed itself to be a bird, sitting back on its tail feathers. It was vaguely penguin-like, about eighteen inches tall, with black back and head, white breast and cheeks.
October 2017J. Robert Oppenheimer & The Gypsies
Mark’s forehead smacks against the visor, but he’s held in by the steering wheel. Cindi finds herself in the air, and there is a moment of crazy exhilaration as she sees the jeep spin beneath her, as if some childhood dream of flying has come true.
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