Ridghaus – Page 5 – Narratives

When the cry starts in the heart And goes down to the gut. When it shakes my body and The sobs curry me…

I know why ghosts howl. It starts low in the bones, Resonant until it climbs up And involuntarily chases The air I know…

Thank you for tuning in. This has been a year of sorrows. Covid, jobs lost, lives lost, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and all…

Dreams –. I had a dream about Gabriel. He was making films. We had been waiting for a bus together but then realized…