by Norman Klein My worst nightmare, JG’svisiting her sick mother,leaving me nothing buther white elephantto keep me company. Last night there he was alive,sitting in her chair, eating herpretzels, smoking her smokes,turning sullen and telling me,his life is flat out misery. He watches me burn spaghettiin a pot, spill napkins on the floor,and after sampling a meatballgets down on his Read More