The Stuff of Nightmares

Listen. The echoes of childhood are statues
filigreed with the filth of the earth.
The ground here is unhealthy, and the night is
Haunted. The dead just keep on working. 
Here are the sculptures of mostly good
dreams which did not come true.



  1. Some environments have a way killing dreams…maybe that’s why I left my hometown and never returned.

    • Charles, I may have no choice but to leave my hometown, my Lake Erie, my Misery Bay because life expectancy is taking a sharp turn down here. I do not recognize my town anymore.

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