For our twelfth poem, I'm sharing another of my own. This is a ghost story was inspired by my years living in Savannah and New Orleans, so it felt appropriate to read it from Forsyth Park. https://youtu.be/L5g_1JbN3f4
Over the past few weeks, I've started posting poetry on Instagram.
A satire of the querying process, inspired by the children's classic Are You My Mother?
In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man
I’m a server at an Americanized Chinese restaurant. This is based on real experiences: Caroline ate fried rice at one of the nineteen empty patio tables collecting dust that Thursday morning. When she started working at Lee’s Family Kitchen four years before, mornings included a gracious and considerate assortment of noodles and protein cooked fresh … Continue reading Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 2
I'm a server at an Americanized Chinese restaurant. This is based on real experiences: The news confirmed the first local cases on a Tuesday evening, but Nel and Caroline read the news on Wednesday. Nel’s fingers throbbed from the wrong weight of bowling ball as his phone buzzed relentlessly with message after panicked message until … Continue reading Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 1
Daniel expected to be murdered someday. It happened to half of the characters in the movies And at least one person per episode on TV. As Daniel explored more chapter books during his class’s “silent reading time,” He found that some character always died at some point. After school, those books rarely made it out … Continue reading Daniel Up At Night
Daniel took a walk everyday because playing in his room became lonely. He wove from the east end of town to the south, From the north end of town to the west, Wearing blue jeans in the summer Because his only shorts were too large and had no pockets, And in shorts, the socks he … Continue reading Daniel Walking Alone
The Favoring Wind 