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Ghostwritten Posthumously

  Now that he was dead, everything was different.  No more desire or ambition, no more pressures or expectations.  All of that had gone the instant his human life had expired.    As a ghost, at first he wondered how … Continue reading

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This is No Ism of Any Kind

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Tall Black Armchair, or, Anais Nin Revisited

“The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair.  I will be the one woman you will never have … excessive living weighs down the imagination: we will not live, we will only write and talk to swell the … Continue reading

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Ghostfeed

It’s tough to always be in love with a ghost. Also it’s easy. The living don’t stand a chance against ghosts. In loving ghosts there are no real complications, no real disappointments, no real anything. There’s lots of teething on … Continue reading

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Pearl

Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.

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Phantom Itch

Hand, to buy or rent, if phantom props are your thing– Body optional.   (Photo by Man Ray)

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Winter, a Love Story

Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands  that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading

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Ghost

Classic ghost story, you have haunted your own life– No man’s epitaph.  

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Hunger

Endless appetite, the feedings now televised– ghosts in the machine.

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In the Beginning

The opaque gist and myopic blurring of a freshly risen ghost opening its eyes for the first time, wordless in the beginning.  

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