Archives for Ghosts

Ghost Light (to be continued…)

The two sat at the very end of the first row bathed in the faint wash of the ghost light. Read more

Dreaming of “Star Trek” and Frankenstein’s monster

When I was a kid, I used to creep out of my bed­room, through the kitchen, and into the din­ing room, where I would hide under the table and illic­itly watch what­ever tele­vi­sion pro­gram my father was watch­ing. Inevitably, he would catch me and send me back to bed. This habit pro­voked one of the most mem­o­rable dreams I have ever had in my life. Read more

Just For Fun

A lit­tle image, just for fun. Read more

God speaks with the voice of a dog

On the night of judg­ment spi­ral­ing flocks of spar­rows spun above the foun­tain at sun­set. Men’s shoes filled with sand; book­shelves col­lapsed; chil­dren were quiet; even the dogs and cats were uneasy. Read more

Call me home and I will come

Light­ning is on the hills,
storms stir­ring dust, bleach­ing rocks
swirling through acts in an age­less play. Read more

Crossing the steams

I love Ghost­busters. I have since I was a kid, rolling around in the back of my par­ents’ hatch­back — sans car seat because it was rural Mon­tana in 1984, you know — and lis­ten­ing to Ray Parker Jr. sing “Ghost­busters” on the radio, silently com­mit­ting the words to eter­nal mem­ory. Read more