Of course you have seen a ghost. Probably
more than one, in all likelihood. Really.
They look like ordinary people do:
solid, vital, alive. Appearing to
breath. It’s all a ruse. Ghosts want you to be
completely relaxed around them, like we
wouldn’t be if we knew the truth. It’s true,
of course you have
seen them. Sitting on buses, by the sea
shore, in parking lots of stores, not creepy
places at all. They’ll haunt the last spot you’d
expect and they’ll be the last person who
you’d think of. Have you seen a ghost? Trust me,
of course you have.
Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s poetry has appeared in scores of journals across the world, including The Lyric, Able Muse, Shooter, Third Wednesday, Anima, Enchanted Conversation, Coffin Bell, The Literary Hatchet, Illumen, Capsule Stories, Birds Fall Silent in the Mechanical Sea (Great Weather for Media), and Lift Every Voice (Kissing Dynamite),Her fifth poetry collection is the Elgin Award nominated Our Otherworld (Red Salon Press). English born, Australian raised, she now lives in the cold grey Pacific Northwest USA, where she writes poetry and leaves old memories in the forest.Noms: Pushcart, Elgin, Orison, Best of the Net, Rhysling.
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