A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries My ghosts rattle through the house, The same now, as they did decades ago Upon the nights of their creation. Once tormenting me with the memories they carry, I have grown accustom to their presence, Tending them as if...
A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries I live in a house filled with ghosts. The cat sees them, waking from a dead sleep to stare out into the emptiness where the demons dance, disembodied. I used to see them, when I was a child, unaccustomed to being haunted. Their...
