“You’re the cabdriver and you’re going to do as I say.” Like that. He was tanked, babbling on how he didn’t want the cab in the first place but his friends — “And aren’t they assholes!” … Two minutes on our way to Lakeside and already I wanted to fork out his eyes like the […]
Creative Fiction
The Early Tears with Vic Pasternak: Lesson 3 – Knock Harder
Down in the dispatch office, Captain Jerry held out the ticket so I could read the call he had for me: Sunrise Trailer Court to Touch of Mink #2, the massage parlor. “It’s a relay call,” he warned. “Aunt Bea called it in from the Touch, asked you pick up a friend of hers and […]
Becoming a Ghost: Falling Into
River runs slowly in the verdant valley near the ghost town of flooded buildings, winding by the boathouse where we laughed through lunch, under bridges and traintracks…
Becoming a Ghost: Falling From
‘Falling From’ is the fifth installment in Daniel Boscaljon’s literary nonfiction series Becoming A Ghost. The previous installments can be found here. The ground beneath beckons like a friend, uncannily familiar. Why? Did the ground support our kisses under the star-filled cold? Did it intimate my future embrace of dust by dust? I realize that […]
Becoming a Ghost: Losing Weight
‘Losing Weight’ is the fourth installment in Daniel Boscaljon’s literary nonfiction series Becoming A Ghost. …
Becoming a ghost: Losing Time
‘Becoming a Ghost’ is a literary nonfiction series by UI English instructor Daniel Boscaljon. Revelers rush in the empty space between the buildings. Liars find dark lairs, their carefree bodies careening past the playground intended for careful toddlers. I stared downward, avoiding eyes bright with the allure of the everyday world and its promise of […]
Becoming a Ghost: Losing touch
Through the dimming haze of an autumn sun I see smoke pillar above idle students awaiting busses. The fortunate ones remain engrossed by iPhones and Droids, each distanced from nearby strangers despite physical proximity. I pass through unobserved and untouched, ephemeral as a shadow on a cloudy day, and enter the cavernous building. Immediate smells […]
Becoming a ghost: Losing worlds
As she speaks, I shiver and sense a shift as the objects around me expose themselves, becoming reduced to a skeletal framework with a mere capacity to hold worlds. A moment earlier, my world had been filled with concrete certainties: tangible and thick like the gold dome of the Old Capital shining proudly in the […]

