This is my ghost in the guise of a poem.
Read it without grief in your heart...

God says sorry he left you.
He was feeling nauseous and...

We shovel stardust
into our mouth...

We're watching the world
wake from hibernation...

This year began
with a poetic yawn...

One day, I'll tell
my children...

One of my earliest childhood memories is of Father
frothing at the mouth, spreadeagled on the side of...

I know how that feels -
to not be chosen...

I lied in bed all morning,
thinking about all the things...

This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...

I was the sinner
confessing...

I hear
a young girl calling out...