My grandmother's ghost illuminates my angel touch lamp & I know I'll never stop writing about ghosts for as long as I'm not one, for as long as life says I can Even then, someone will write automatically one day & it will be me, beyond the beyond, & a thought of me might make something fall from an earth bound wall As I write this the world is tumbling down, literally, a map tacked to my wall slowly wilts to the ground, & I think of Poltergeist, but only the movie, for I'm sure this minor, jarring catastrophe is no angry paranormal entity, but indeed humidity, for this summer, like all others, is sweltering & maybe, I've accidentally performed a conjuring by playing my grandmother's music too loudly to drown out the spirits of memory plaguing me, & maybe this is the light's way of purging me from all the darkness put on me, & any mortal calamity is only instilled paranoia from the TV People are scarier than those not living, the undead aid the most in reliving, & no one is giving up, commending, ascending, & no unexplained phenomena can scare me quite like a week long binge of insomnia, when all my ghosts & demons appear & everything blends into all that I fear I've doused this low bulb with my mind, all spectres return to the shadows, their prophetic presence & steely secrets, deep inside me where no one can find Bio: Jennifer Patino is an Ojibwe poet from Detroit, Michigan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. She lives for books and film. She has had work featured in Door is A Jar, Punk Noir Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, Free Verse Revolution Lit, and elsewhere. She blogs at www.thistlethoughts.com.
So very VERY cool. I love Jennifer’s poetry. She writes with soul. Thanks for sharing this lovely piece.
Superb poem Jennifer! I loved the line: ‘People are scarier than those not living’. It’s so true!