What makes you afraid?
Things in the basement
As he placed the gift in my hands
The shhh....
Roaming the echoing corridors
The detective looked away
Dot
She pulled a plastic laundry basket from the back seat
An easy target
The scream
The car with one headlight
After our parents died
Clatter. Clang. Crash.
No one answered
They were stopping to kiss
Thunder, lightning, rain
Ocala, Florida- of all places
Underlining passages
The Bible isn't racist
What about the rain?
Startling us both
Out there in the dark
Every Halloween
Dainty cups
My mother's mouth dropped
Flashlight, road map
Least of our problems
I simply believed
Ghosts
At an early age
Shhh.
Those "feelings"
The year before
Joined the navy
Ghost of the Future
My fault
Little things
In killing of
A poem?
That afternoon
The birds gobbled and flapped
He even felt bad
That night
Toward the door
Small violet book
The light
Rear view mirror
Someone who knows how you think and feel
Normal things
Out that window
Once they were gone
Sleeping clothes
Of safety
Not about speaking
The answer I wanted never did
Snowbirds
The documents
Girls
Who else
You and you and you
I'm begging
Doll
My mother's old rocker
Birds
Still and silent
The well
A ship taking on the dark and icy sea
Possessions
Confused, not angry
Gone
Sitting on the over stuffed suitcase
Candles
The sudden voice led me
Emergency exits
The initial arrangement
Help for the haunted
Those faint sighs
Faraway places
Colorful flowers
Gone from the driveway
I think about their spirits
But mostly-mostly, mostly- I do.
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The Place Called Tomorrow-COMPLETED
PoetryCollection of poems by me. Random poems to be exact.
