

Ghost Story-Dedicated to SandyShe was translucently perfect. I could see the porch railing and grass lawn through her flowing white nightgown. The moon shone through--not around as if to say through-- but actually through her hair of alternating brown and blonde like the bands on Jupiter and its white blue rays lit her pale face like a halogen lantern.Ghost Story-Dedicated to Sandy
I should have been scared; Because what else is there to do when you see a ghost But be scared? But I wasn't really sure what I was, if not scared. Instead, I just sat there, dangling in the porch swing, plucking notes from the nylon string


ThinkSeated at home, Where she yearned to be, Alone, silenced, Eaten by the quiet.Think
Write.
Think of yesterday: Fun. Loud. Friends. Buses. Pizza. Mini-put.
Think of now: Early. Quiet. Awake. Pencil. Paper. Thoughts. Magazine.
Think of the future: Human equality. Justice for all. Peace. Un-starved. Unharmed. Freedom.
Think of the past: Pain. Suffering. Inequality. Strife. Famine. Violence. Unjust.
Think of now: It starts here.
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