The Ghost
Wreck
who among us is not haunted by the living?our past selves unforgivenbesides the…
sinister chill in the airunoccupied rocking chairnature’s noise groansmelancholy rhythmbrisk wind blowsleaves shiverI wonder…
The spirit said to me,‘We do not care for you,we who lived so long ago,we still have much to do,’and as she floated upwards…
I chased shooting stars likethey were a lifeline, floatingamongst the bitter murkof a sky too far from my reach,tree branches prickling my…
I’d run to earth’s ends just to be in your presence for one more so when you visit me in the kitchen bare feet on cold morning tiles…