Where are the Ghosts?

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock. August was buried in the coats, snow shovels, and boxes of Halloween decorations that occupied his closet. The knocking was coming from somewhere in the house. August told himself he didn’t know what it was. He told himself that this moment in time was part of a continuum and he would… Continue reading Where are the Ghosts?


The New Zoologist

Teaching a night class is like casting my soul into a pool of inky-blackness. It’s interesting to be talking for so long without anyone truly believing that I am alive, that I am anything more than a program they are required to view. Maybe that’s what I’m becoming. I point things out on the board,… Continue reading The New Zoologist