Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
I have left behind a wall of ghosts in the nooks and crannies of my old house. It is better that they are left there. Who knows what havoc might happen if they were set loose. The ghost of my first winter hides in the attic, the winter of ’78, coldest on record. I was four months old at the time, but already it seemed like eternity. I howled my lungs out and shivered as the chill crept into my throat.
The ghost of my father sleeps in his bed. The rotting mattress collects little flitting bugs and stirs up my emotions when I peek through the crack in the door. I can hear him snore. It must have been the snoring that killed him as he slept. It was so loud it shook the rafters. It vibrated my bed and woke me from my dreams, and my nightmares, the nightmares I had of seeing my parents die.
The ghost of my first kiss wanders around the kitchen, searching for its lover. He is hiding somewhere between here and the Mississippi River.
My tantrums have raised ghosts of their own, especially the wicked ones involving much screaming and banging of doors. The hole I kicked has never been fixed.
Out in the yard, where the grass is as tall as my waist, the ghost of tomorrow creeps, searching for me, waiting to pounce on me and my bones, where they lie hidden under the stairs in the back. It is always waiting.
a lawn mower starting up
It looks like spring is settling in.
Published January 22, 2013
Pen & Ink
Tags: creation myth, darkness, light
Before there was light, there was darkness. In that darkness was born a small thought. This thought captured the hopes and dreams as well as the curses and lamentations of everyone who would ever be born. Soon, the thought became too much to handle in the darkness, and thus light was born. Into that light emerged a tiny being. It started as a small seed and grew in its host to become what is known as happiness. Soon afterwards, another being emerged. In this being was a seed that sprouted into the reincarnation of darkness. It became known as despair. Despair was jealous that happiness and all that is good was allowed to live in this world of light when it originally came from a dark world. It decided that the correct action to take would be to return Light to that darkness once more.
Published October 29, 2012
Pen & Ink , Poetry
think of all the people you used to know
where have they gone to
what are they getting up to
now that you are not together
haven’t heard from them in months
years have gone by and you still
are stuck where they left you
learning what you did wrong
if you did anything wrong
but you never did learn
how to move on
What is creativity but the mind’s eye projected onto the world
turning a white canvas into a many colored painting
linking letters together to form words, sewing them together to form sentences
which are mashed up and made into paragraphs
but a few ingredients turned into a master recipe
a delicious ending you can see
in the happy lights illuminated in the cornea
the straight white teeth showing beneath red stained lips
perfected by years of science someone else created
centuries before you were even conceived
that is creativity.