You killed me In your mind No confrontation No bullet Poof. Gone. I was dead to you Except I’m not Our eyes meet Happen chance Perhaps. Or not. You’ve seen a ghost. Living. Breathing. I walk past the bananas Then past you You are white Gape mouth I now haunt you In my safe boundary … Continue reading Ghosted
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Rosemary’s Baby
Two different eras. One family. Two sets of parents. Rhythmic. Succinctly, every two years. A gap, then another and then, happen-chance, one more. Seven in total, somewhat the same. From the upside down. And yet, so different. It’s all in the name. What’s in a name? That which they call a Rose, by any other … Continue reading Rosemary’s Baby
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 