We’re headed downstate and Natalie’s driving, she insisted, a Chicago girl who’s driven across Paris, Tokyo, the left side of London streets like a pro, so she can handle this, and I wake from a doze to find us weaving on my country road

On the road you see a cloaked and hooded figure. You are traveling north, he south. He hails you before you can pass.

At night I double check to make sure the… front and back doors are locked.

My first crush killed a man in Ohio. His name was Taylor;

the crush, not the man, whose name I do not know.

By day the Quartermain greenhouse is still an actively-maintained conservatory, boasting an impressive assortment of flowers and vegetables, along with some righteous weed.

That was the year

I dressed up as confident

I loved my best friend

but candy more

It will happen on a sunny day when other thingsare happening that are more important

It was the day of the dead. We pitchedour discreet rows of canvas mausoleums;

His flawless routine. The tea pot whistle: the slow pour: the towel draped over his head: his face over the bowl: the steam emanating.

the ghost is a presence defined by negative space, a nothingness gripping your leg, your waist, your lungs, your throat, your tongue, creating a silence surrounded by static.

One of the things Peter liked most about nights when the moon was full was that under its light he turned into a woman.

When the zombies came, they were kinda lame.

Saw kept his eyes closed but imagined opening them, seeing night. The sun would have set, everything gone dark.

I walk into the confessional booth.

I haven’t been in at least a decade,

and, between you and me, I should confess

When you died everyone came home

to fill up the church.