TOILET GHOST POEM

When clocks strike twelve and trainings end — lurk not, they say, in school at night. Age–old stories tell of how there’re things that throng in fluorescent light. In toilets silence screeches loud, for when school’s empty, they arise: Ghosts of pregnant girls lie wailing, with cleaner–uncle poltergeists. For now I sit on chilling white, resounding prayers in my mind; my heart racing with dire … Continue reading TOILET GHOST POEM

From the Cave’s Mouth.. #Poetry

I heard the ghostly cannons roar Beyond the world’s edge to the south; Across the night black sea and shore It echoed there behind, before, Into a deep cave’s blackened mouth. One caravan of ghosts displayed Their ashen forms about the lea. They shambled there, an odd parade, Up toward the hillside’s sloping grade Above that witch cursed haunted sea. Tall harpies, iridescent, cold, Would … Continue reading From the Cave’s Mouth.. #Poetry

“Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive.” ― J.D. Stroube

“Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive.” ― J.D. Stroube Continue reading “Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive.” ― J.D. Stroube