The arm snakes through the upside-down window, cuts a ninety-degree turn at the elbow, palm open in salutation. I only see the forearm: freckled, hardworking, like it belongs to an all-around good chap. It’s been waving a while. Now, it’s waving at me.… Continue Reading
He twirls me around and then lifts me on the kitchen counter and starts singing loudly in his broken English. I shush him but he doesn’t stop. He dances in circles while the pan catches on fire and the smoke of burnt chicken fills up my nostrils.… Continue Reading
The decoupaged cadaver sprawled on its back on the couch. The thing tried to win him over with a gaze in a fine print. A series of Frankenstein scars on a paper on its face. Mark was just a few steps away from barebacking its broken heart.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
No one lets you in on the secret that when a loved dies, you have to relive it with each retelling. At this point, I’ve detached the meaning from it all. Now just a bedtime story I never forget to tell myself. Me, an ongoing audience of one.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
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. … Continue Reading