On Ghosts – Poetry

by: Clarabel “My heart has joined the thousands, for my friend stopped running today” – Watership Down A new ghost darts past the door, a silvery wisp, with sparkling eyes. Every other ghost in the house is woken, From sleep, from respite, from being locked in...

Time Before and After

by:  Sense > An open call for membranes of time, this inaugural post (amid calls for sanity) let’s what exists before and after sanity be sense, and what exists before and after sense, below. Before sense, there was the scourge – a boiling fester of...