Ghosts & Spirits
Not every ghost wears chains. Some are memories, old loves, forgotten places, and versions of ourselves we’ve left behind. These poems explore hauntings both supernatural and deeply human.
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Everyone assumes ghosts belong to the dead. They don’t. Some belong to people still breathing. The ones who vanish without funerals. Without explanations. Without goodbye. You still hear them in empty rooms. Still answer their name inside your head. The cruelest hauntings are not caused by death. They are caused by silence.
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She was never afraid of the crows. While the village nailed shut its windowsand whispered prayers against bad omens,she stood barefoot in abandoned fields,her pockets full of feathersand her hair tangled with the wind. The crows knew her name. Not the one her mother gave her,but the older one—the one spoken by forgotten forests,where every…
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I found a prayer carved into bone,bleached white beneath a prairie sun.No heartbeat left.No breath.Only the architecture of survival. The antlers still reached for the skyas if they had forgottenthat the body was gone. There is something holyabout what refuses to disappear. The wind polished every sorrow,the rain carried away every name,yet here it rested—beautiful…
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Maybe ghosts smoke. Maybe that’s whythe air felt heavybefore I even lit the bowl. The candle burned low,casting impossible shadowsacross the ivy-covered walls. Something shifted upstairs. Not once. Twice. I told myselfit was the house settling. The house answeredwith another footstep. The smoke curledthrough a broken window. It never came back out. Like someone insidehad…
Between Bruises and Blooms 