…a sanctuary for lost words, for unusual, odd, curious, peculiar, funny, bizarre, weird, uncanny, queer, unexpected, unfamiliar, abnormal, atypical, anomalous, different, out of the ordinary, out of the way, extraordinary, remarkable, puzzling, mystifying, mysterious, perplexing, baffling, unaccountable, inexplicable, incongruous, uncommon, untypical, irregular, singular, deviant, aberrant, freakish, surreal, suspicious, dubious, questionable, eerie and unnatural words, some presented as poetry, others as prose, and quite often melded into photographs, covering such diverse and distantly related themes as Paris, archaeology, music, street art and politics along with a generous helping of perplexing perspectives. I write poetry to be read aloud. Words are only half alive on paper; they are like skeletons. Sound breathes life into them. Makes them sing. While you’re here look for things. You’ll find them… (Oh, and I neglected to mention that unless otherwise credited, all photos are my own creations)...
Digitally enhanced image created from a scan of an unknown photo format taken sometime around 1970.
Wow, this is absolutely haunting! (No pun intended, I promise). I can resonate with this and it makes one ponder how memories just appear and make us feel so debased at times. It goes hand in hand with what personally haunts us, our own ghosts.
This is communicated eloquently in your piece, as well evocatively. Beautiful, impactful writing.
Why thank you for your kind words Lucy. The ghosts of our lives follow us like our shadow and only withdraw when the final light goes out…
“I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.” ~ Jack Kerouac