I wanted to shout, I got shot, but no one would’ve cared, and then after all that travel and hustle I got home and the silence crashed in on me like a wave.… more
I wanted to shout, I got shot, but no one would’ve cared, and then after all that travel and hustle I got home and the silence crashed in on me like a wave.… more
I am quite in love with Veronica. I don’t mean the child in front of me, you pervert, I mean I’m in love with the idea of a Veronica, of a holy connectedness that could exist between people and the divine source of it, of all the human experience in microcosm.… more
Ghosts are severely misunderstood. Like we are all evil out to terrify humans. As if humans don’t terrify humans. As if we can haunt humans better than other humans can.
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I tumbled back into the past, into those moments I’ve relived so many times. Knee-deep in icy water, my numb hands submerged. Reaching, grabbing, pulling. Screams echoing around me, mingling with the cries of seagulls.… more
Last week of summer. A hurricane was supposed to be there that weekend. You didn’t need to watch the news, it was in the air. The impending violence of it, almost sweet smelling, like a burgeoning romance. Korey and his family would stay.… more
My ex, Ray, claimed he could see inside me. Your bones, he’d said on our first date. I’d assumed he was referring to my skeletal structure, perhaps complimenting me on high cheekbones or a soft jawline. But then one day he asked why I didn’t have the cavity in my left molar fixed. … more
“’Come on, man,’ Giuseppe said. ‘You’re starting to bum me out.’ ‘Yeah,’ Leo said. ‘What is this?’ Sammy shook his head. ‘Share,” Giuseppe said. ‘If not with us then with who?’ ‘You mean whom?’ Leo said. And Giuseppe said, ‘I mean suck my dick, okay?'”… more
Chinni chuckles softly, then begs, then resorts to Reiki for transmuting her unspent libido, while you bury all your helplessness in newspapers, reading from first to last page, then at the clinic, filling the plastic cup and praying for at least one or two to get up, do the work.… more
On his walk to work he sees ink insulation like guts hanging from the cavernous chest cavity of the black dumpster. Dozens of flies crowding on a flattened squirrel who has something green leaking from one intact eye. The flies scatter at his approach, the buzzing a soft warning.… more