BLACKCACKLE

Eleanor’s husband is a carpenter who lives inside a window. Inside him is a trapped apprentice plumber. Being Eleanor is a job which she has just started, part of which…

Dear Meadowview Management, I write in response to your letter alleging negligence on my part by failing to pick up the droppings of my Samoyed dog, Sophie. I am sure…

Janice needed to get off the phone. She needed to sit in silence. A minute before, I had told her about my plans to meet up with a friend, a…

Wednesdays, I stare into the Abyss, i.e. staring into a mirror until my face doesn’t look like a face anymore but rather a swirling concoction of lumpy flesh, and then…

I am moving back to New York City from Georgia, and I have to find a place to live. I decide to stay at an uptown hostel while I look.…

Correctional. Federal. Once in California testing a bad boy’s new car, fast car, we’d found a stretch—oh it sailed— until a white van honked, waved us over. Printed on the…

An orange eviction notice sutures the aorta. Vena Cava has four days to re-chamber vessels, veins, arteries and valves from Wessex Estates: Senior Citizen Living Grounds. Tenants filed complaints against…

THE FIGHTER He had been in countless fights as a young man. Fighting had defined his life-path, had shaped his features. His spirit sported the adjective fighting like a battle-scarred…

You know what’s an underrated music genre? Jazz. I love jazz. It’s not for everyone. You have to have a keen musical ear like I do, and be, you know,…

THE PRESIDENT’S DREAM So there I was with the baby, the board, the pitcher and the sopping cloth and it seemed like the right thing to do. It’s monstrous speak!…

  Except THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. The other day I’m walking down 18th Street in San Francisco and my eyes slide across one of those telephone poles that are always…

Two of the people rubbing my stomach were actors. The third, in a white tunic, may have been a doctor, though not a medical doctor. He quoted Schopenhauer before starting…

Whenever I catch myself in the bathroom mirror my self has an air about it like it has been dead for about a month, the face melting like sap. Phantasmal…

I remember when Curt killed this King on the Tracks. I say / we said, “the Tracks,” but that was really a name for this big section of the Chicago…