Falling Off.

So it appears I have fallen off of the bandwagon. I am struggling to get back on. Hopefully summer and my art class will help me along. In the meantime a little story-poem I wrote up a while ago. It needs more editing, as does everything I write, so I will put it up anyway.

A photo I took of a dear, lovely friend. She is blowing out a match, not smoking. I think she looks like a platinum ghost. 

Night Ghosts

While I waited across campus

For you and your three stripe sneakers

I saw two shimmering platinum ghosts

Umbrellaed by purple lantern light

They spoke in a soft hiss

With teeth of glass

And breath of smoke

I was hushed and still

But my bones trembled

They heard the trembling

And merged with shadows

Thrown on the damp asphalt

By swaying eucalyptus