When I was a child A Skeleton Ghost would walk The bedroom hall of our home Afraid of the dark I would sleep with the light on My door open just enough to keep out the trouble That lurks in the imagination of a ten year old, Usually, hiding under the bed or in closetsContinue 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 mountainContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
The Coffee Ghost
The Coffee Ghost The 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 oneContinue reading “The Coffee Ghost”
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