Showing posts with label ghosts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghosts. Show all posts

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

we float above stones 
ready to be polished
in then out of view
now we are colorful neither shiny 
absent not faded
not simply a statistic
dreaming to be someone we are
more realistic

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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.