For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of reincarnation. Chalk it up to a childhood fascination with Leonard Nimoy’s “In Search Of…,” an eerie investigative series from the 70s that explored all things weird and wonderful. For a time, I came to believe I…
Ventnor Terrace
Someone lights up two tables down. Kools. Their peculiar scent never fails to transport me back to her musty old house on Ventnor Terrace. My mother would leave us there for a week each summer. I can’t say we were difficult children, but I suppose she was entitled to a break.
Faster
We spent our summer vacations at the beach. There were carnival rides at the end of the boardwalk, back behind Marty’s Playland. At night we skulked around in the blinking electric light with fistfuls of tickets, crushing peanut shells and cardboard cotton candy centers under our flip flops as we…
The Unredeemable Me
Somewhere deep inside of me I thought, “I should have been a clown.”
Any minute now
I’m the mosquito fluttering against the glass, long legs dangling uselessly behind me.