• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 01

A Haunting

the walls are a soft peach and tender
       mauve alive with light.       downy and
rustling.       undulating like the long, thin branches
of the crack willow that hangs
       by the river
our shadows are blue-green
       ghosts that stand behind us
and we, too, are ghosts, starched white
       and full of want