Posts Tagged ‘ghosts’

Ghosts

Posted: June 16, 2018 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman took us to Taşlıçay, Ağrı, Turkey. I scrolled around pictures for a while before finding this wonderful picture of blowing snow.

The old people say there are no ghosts left
that they disappeared after the great famine
took more than half the population of the village.
They are wrong.

On the edge of fields
I see ghosts
dancing in clothes so bright
they put the sun to shame.

Or, I hear them in the barn
telling jokes and laughing
until I think their sides might split.
If only they still had sides.
If only.

Sometimes these fragile ghosts
sit at my kitchen table.
I drink tea while listening to their stories.
Often I reach out to touch them.
Futile, I know.
I need no reminder.

They leave notes
We love you
Kindness is the root of happiness
Go to bed early
Feed the dog

I no longer have a dog.
But my children don’t know that.
Their memories are
from the times before
the soldiers came,
starving and mean.

 

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Waiting

Posted: March 3, 2018 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman transported us to Clinton Road, West Milford, New Jersey where ghosts seem to hang out in droves. I chose the town of Clinton for the backdrop of my story. Thanks, Josh and Karen for keeping the Pegman ball rolling, and thanks to everyone who reads my 151-word story.

We dream in colors: denim-blue skies, copper-penny bricks, sulfur-yellow hedges, bone-white clouds and the cardinal-red of happiness.
We smell ash, fish spawning in decaying mud, diesel fuel, and lost love.

Your laughter sounds like clattering coins in our ears.
Your sorrow does not touch our hearts for we see your tears as nothing more than shards of crystalline glass rattling down your cheeks.

Our job is to watch and wait for you to make one error, that’s all it will take. Big or small, we don’t care. We wait.
We follow you through town. We swim with you. Our arms hold your children, and our hands steal your thoughts.
You run when you feel us near. You squeal when we brush your arm or blow gently on your neck.

Oh, yes, we are here. Waiting and watching for that one mistake.
And then we will gladly welcome you into our ranks.