Enclosed are my regrets that I will not be attending the séance. You will notice that I wrote them in lemon juice on parchment thick enough to resist a bit of heat. Or if you have not noticed this, hold the paper above your candle flame. Careful. It took a little practice for the masters of this Victorian parlor trick to get the blank page close enough to the flame without catching it on fire. Warm the parchment without igniting it, and sticky, brown script will appear as if from my own invisible hand, as if from the world beyond.
Glen Armstrong holds an M.F.A. in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He also edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters.
If Glen were invisible, he’d probably just hang out quietly in the studio while Tom Waits records his next record, taking mental notes, soaking it all in.
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