apparitions 

the apparitions are few and far between now.

I saw them once,

very clearly.

the sanguine arias rose like ivy vines 

and they hung over us when you spoke.

you said I needed to stop mistaking them. 

you said I’d become afraid and superstitious,

making up ghosts over a sink full 

of dirty dishes. 

– sc 
 

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42 thoughts on “apparitions 

      1. I wanted to know if I could include this poem on an online writers’ and arts’ journal I am creating online. This work would still be your intellectual property. I would also put a bio on the journal and a link to your blog.

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            1. I remember reading your email but I never responded because I’m attempting to get a book published. I can’t publish work that I dint have control over to remove at my own will and resubmit elsewhere. I hope you understand.

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  1. Damn I don’t know how you do the magic so consistently.

    “you said I needed to stop mistaking them.

    you said I’d become afraid and superstitious,

    making up ghosts over a sink full

    of dirty dishes.”
    awesome
    (I realize I commented on this one before. So fun to come back and read something again from a whole new place, a whole new angle, while the words are still the same. And not. As we are always changing, so does it alter that which is around us. These minds, so mysterious.)

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