Ghost Parachute

Don’t get me wrong, the Nama-Stay Center was beautiful—emerald knolled hills and meditation gardens teeming with the ridged wings of Monarchs. I booked a week-long package at the Center in upstate New York at the urging of a friend, who promised me, like, total serenity in return for a grand. Total serenity was something I […]

She is busy tracing knife wounds, busy eating her own hair, busy manufacturing crude fetishes.  She is busy shredding skin, busy dismantling science, busy fishing the hangdog moon.  She is the busiest person you know, this person in the red room thinking red is black, that black is the sound of a blade hissing on […]

Steve said he was there, but I didn’t see him. Barry was there. He’s a good friend. We had that last party in the old abandoned church. It seemed like a good enough idea because no one else was using it, and we all figured the pack should have ourselves a shindig before it was […]

It is ghastly to harbor a human body. No one will tell you this. You will only hear of the elderly woman toiling by the river, her surprise at the large ripe peach floating in the current, her growling stomach. I don’t remember how it came to be — was there the shadow of a […]

(from your loving wife who no longer wants the job of filling in and then reminding) I open my daily diary/appointment book and turn to today. I have an appointment with my diabetes doctor. He jumps off the page after ripping through his date like a BB shot and gets all up in my face. […]

The sky is bruised, the clouds a mottled purple. The air tastes of freshly-mown grass. I try to brush the wet blades from my back but the dampness has soaked through my shirt. Next to me, Lila stirs, then reaches to stroke my forearm. “Not yet,” she whispers, and I return to the earth, to […]