Lake Powell in June by Robin Glassey
Letters To A Ghost by Zachary Smith
To my favorite Ghost,
I wish you a thousand curses in fiery seas, nine hundred ninety nine curses you’re likely
to see. And for the one that gets away, I pray you find it on your happiest day. May it tear you
apart inside from out, leaving you as no more than fear and doubt. Causing your eyes to trickle
and flood teaching you the difference between tears and blood.
Avec tout mon amour,
Z.S
