Tag Archives: Ghosts
Past Me, Through Me, Anywhere But At Me
It’s hard to write when you’re people. Prose, anyway. Poetry is easier. Poetry isn’t written by people, not in the way that matters. Poetry is written by ghosts. Poetry comes from hollow voices without faces, speaking secrets of the wind. … Continue reading
Who Killed Pacman’s Ghosts?
Who killed Pacman’s ghosts? And why do we assume he is the good guy? As he hounds them in death, might he likewise have hounded them in life? Though he kills the ghosts, they live again Though the ghosts kill … Continue reading
