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We Regret to Inform you this Blog may be Haunted

prose and poems, occasionally

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    Category: poetry

    We Got on the Wrong Bus

    A skeletal hand was left on the seat Charise wanted. When she poked it, it scrambled under her feet.

    October 31, 2020October 31, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    Come be an alligator

    Grasp our babies /gently, between
    massive jaws / teach them / to chomp minnows / and toes

    October 24, 2020October 23, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    I might be a dungeon

    Peering inside, I saw
    what might have been gray cobblestones,
    rough-hewn stairs, old pitch torches

    October 7, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    A Letter from Your Love Interest (who is not an Embalmer)

    When you leave I’ll preserve you (your memory, I mean). I’ll tuck my dreams of you away in a bed of Egyptian sand for centuries and centuries,…… Read more “A Letter from Your Love Interest (who is not an Embalmer)”

    January 8, 2020April 22, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    Nothing Fun will Happen this Halloween

    no goblins will glare out of dark cellar shadows because/
    we all know, for quite certain, that monsters aren’t real.

    February 26, 2019November 10, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach
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