garage

hallucinations

garage spirit

As I push the ancient garage door up and step inside, something impossibly tall is waiting in the shadows at the back behind the trash bins. Pale green face, crumpled like paper… lanky dark body hanging below. Despite myself—my history, my training, my discipline—my breath catches in my throat for a moment. We face each other.  Then it is done, leaving behind… Continue reading garage spirit

dreams

neighborly

...and as my wife heads up to bed I think to myself that I should probably clean out the car. It’s a mess, after all. The backseat is littered with rubbish from our trip to the beach. While I’m working I hear a familiar voice call to me from the darkened driveway “Hello Mister Camp!” — genial and comfortable, my neighbor,… Continue reading neighborly