I See You in the Mist

In the foggy mist I see your ghost The tragedy of your long-ago loss Slightly faded into smoky white wisps … Continue reading I See You in the Mist

Short Story #3

You’ll see by the length that it’s getting easier. Better? You be the judge, but at least I’m getting practice … Continue reading Short Story #3

Occasionally I glimpsed her in the crowd The sightings more fleeting these days Almost lost for eternity to the world … Continue reading Growing

The pristine house was quiet, but the shadows seemed to move. It could have been a museum with the antique … Continue reading Accepting