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
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
The Favoring Wind 