When I was a childA Skeleton Ghost would walk The bedroom hall of our homeAfraid of the dark I would sleep with the light onMy door open just enough to keep out the troubleThat lurks in the imagination of a ten year old,Usually, hiding under the bed or in closetsGhosts are everywhere when you areContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Ghost in the Hall”
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The Coffee Ghost
Thinking of my dad today; this little story from 2010:The Dreamlake in the morning shone like polished glass. Looking around, the sun was peeking through the trees, shooting rays of light through the ground fog. Above, the clouds were changing colors like a slow moving kaleidoscope. Taking a deep breath of that full fresh mountain air,ContinueContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
The Coffee Ghost
The Coffee GhostThe lake in the morning shone like polished glass. Looking around, the sun was peeking through the trees, shooting rays of light through the ground fog. Above, the clouds were changing colors like a slow moving kaleidoscope. Taking a deep breath of that full fresh mountain air, I knew this was one ofContinueContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
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