Tag Archives: J. K. Durick

My Feet

They talk to me, these citizens of the world of sidewalks and stairs, of gas pedals and brakes, stomping, walking, limping, clothed in too-tight shoes, in clammy boots, worn slippers, bunched up under blankets, propped on tables and chairs; comfortable … Continue reading

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Getting Away From It All

Sometimes merely shutting the door isn’t enough Closing the blinds and turning off the lights help But don’t last, can’t take on the persistence of It all, the presence of it all is haunting like this. Become quiet, quiet is … Continue reading

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The Ghosts I Know

The ghosts I know need a house to haunt – a dusty dim attic and musty cellar, an upstairs hallway and dark doorways, deep cluttered closets and shutters that shake and moan at night, scratch and mumble, I can almost … Continue reading

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