Sunday #Poetry: Wraith

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Wraith” Edna St. Vincent Millay “THIN Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?” -Surely it is not I she’s wanting; Someone living here before- “Nobody’s in the house but me: You may come in if you like and see.” Thin as thread, withContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Wraith”

Sunday #Poetry: Ghost in the Land of Skeletons

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Ghost in the Land of Skeletons” Christopher Kennedy If not for flesh’s pretty paint, we’re just a bunch of skeletons, working hard to deny the fact of bones. Teeth remind me that we die. That’s why I never smile, except when looking at a picture ofContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Ghost in the Land of Skeletons”