Tracy Danger Mumford

Tracy Danger Mumford
Tracy is a writer and freelance radio producer orbiting Minneapolis.

Works on Revolver

Ghost Writer //
Hello by

I believe I was the first to blow my firing squad a kiss.
Pucker up, lovelies, if you have lips.
Lips were introduced on Model 4501. They’re molded plastic, in Mamie Eisenhower pink. Someone on the fabrication team must have had a thing for his mother.

Ghost Writer //
Revelation by

There is no worse prison than a prison run by nuns. If you are thinking I am talking about yardstick nuns, you are wrong. Those are Past Nuns. These are Future Nuns.

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Ghost Writer //
Hop, Hop by

Holding the bottle of invisible ink, I told him: “This is not my color.”
I’d made it too far by then to be caught by some barely grown soldier with an untidy hair garden on his upper lip.

Five to One
Ghost Writer //
Five to One by

Even my shadows couldn’t keep up with me.
They’d been following me from Montreal; two thick-mustached men who thought I wouldn’t notice they had no bags on a transatlantic trip.

Pearly Whites
Ghost Writer //
Pearly Whites by

I have found that secrets are best kept when your gown is bundled at the bottom of the bed. They don’t need to know who you work for, where you’re really from — or that your teeth aren’t real.   My replacements are perfect, lined up in my mouth like a picket fence. They can […]

Ghost Writer //
Group A by

We welcomed you into Group A when Mr. Goldstein assigned you there. We didn’t object. We didn’t ask for a different partner, even though your computational skills are lacking.