A Journal

"I'm going to come back to West Virginia when this is over. There's something ancient and deeply-rooted in my soul. I like to think that I have left my ghost up one of those hollows, and I'll never really be able to leave for good until I find it. And I don't want to look for it, because I might find it and have to leave".----Breece D'J Pancake, in a letter to his mother. 

Scott Wordsman



My grandfather attends a daycare for seniors.
“Dementia Camp,” my mom says, though she
too will attend this camp, and I’ll be the one to
pack her bags. Irreverence is sorrow in a see-thru
parka. Nurse Luna rallies the campers. I met her
once. She said my grandfather’s sharp as a dart–
his M.D. comes loose in Trivial Pursuit. When I
hold my grandfather’s hand, I feel I am holding
both air and flesh, a cigarette and its inevitable
ash. I have a secret for you: degeneration is a
spectator sport, and the ghosts own everything.