Tag: my ghost

A Faint Smile

He turned to her A faint smile With depth And sharpness Yet when he turned It was as if He was only An image In a daguerreotype A ghost within The confines Of a photograph A metal plate Yet there He sat in My… Continue Reading “A Faint Smile”

Metaphysical musings and a visit from the ghost…or what creeps out a vampire part 348.

This afternoon as I drove to pick Clara up from school I passed the tattoo shop where last year a man beat his wife to death with a baseball bat. I can’t get the image of the police tape and the morgue van out of… Continue Reading “Metaphysical musings and a visit from the ghost…or what creeps out a vampire part 348.”

Meanwhile…lurking under my house…

When you hear a lot of yelling and banging around under the house you know A) the dog has a skunk or B) the dog has a raccoon. Clara had down outside to get something from under the house. We call it a basement.… Continue Reading “Meanwhile…lurking under my house…”

Musings on Sleep, Jealousy and Ghosts

Sleep It is like the ghost that haunts me Only worse. The ghost will listen to me. Sleep never does. She taunts me Like a woman who wants to seduce my husband. She gives him slumbers so peaceful So silent and lovely. She taunts… Continue Reading “Musings on Sleep, Jealousy and Ghosts”

The Road to Hell (a visit from my ghost)

The storm outside has calmed down for a while so I went outside to see if any trees had come down or other damage. The ghost was out back pacing in the field. I kept my eye on him, not wanting him to see… Continue Reading “The Road to Hell (a visit from my ghost)”

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