Thursday, 29 August 2024
ghost
she was wondering why (she just wanted to stir her tea) when it hit her. last fall before her brother had overdosed & passed away it was the same thing. she didn't know how they use a spoon for it. she shivered. goddam! he's still here!
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Tuesday, 19 April 2022
Biltmore 1946
the sun sets on the Tahoe Biltmore
another hotel casino shuttered in Crystal Bay, Nevada
please look out for Mary
the cabaret dancer from the Aspen Room who
lost her life on Mount Rose Highway
her restless spirit wanders
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Tuesday, 2 March 2021
af.fluence
they spirit so affluent
the gold diggers counted
they ghosts
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Monday, 4 January 2021
the blinking ghosts
Wednesday, 31 October 2018
fake blood
was so obvious at the corners of the mouth and eyes. the best kind of blood. the dog tried to lick it off your face. made everyone happy not shocked to see. nobody running for the first aid kit. self-described vampires drank it. under the frightful eyes of wannabe ghosts.
Saturday, 28 October 2017
after dark
after all the candles shed their wicks and treats give in to tricks, after all the families tuck away the costumes, end of play, after lights out and halloween is set aside... then the true demons show, sanity takes flight... with ghosts over cobblestone they glide
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
salt whispering of the great sea change

She knew the siphoning to be as surreptitious as it was dangerous down the river a ways, where community and real estate parted, where souls were handed off shamelessly to areas unincorporated and lesser know than a cold case file in a sub-basement archive a steep fall off the side of a paper trail, where who knows? met who cares? in the quicksand of the lost. shoelaces, cell phones, rolling papers, broken glass, one-eyed jacks, matchbooks with names scrawled into them, worry stones, loose change. there, gathered en masse, were those who frightened her by their differences, ghosts, salt whispering of the great sea change.