- Ghosts come in many different shapes
and forms when all that grieving and loss
and guilt and conflict and maddening injustice
is just way beyond our control and comprehension
- They come when it’s just too
painful to go back reminiscing
- They come when they
take over the identity
- They come in the form of long-lost
visual and auditory hallucinations
- They come from a hymn and pity and grieving
for the self when all those you thought a part
of your support system suddenly disappear
for no particular reason (most likely the pettiness
and self-interest of human nature) into thin air
which turns thick with spirits wondering where?
- They come from a severe and profound loneliness
when our coping and survival (and defense) mechanisms
can no longer take it and whether self-inflicted or sudden
trauma or desertion and abandonment is like the scientific
dynamic of the “supersaturation” level where if you drop in
just one more particle everything falls out (and left all alone)
- They come from very strange and unfamiliar
prolonged periods of weather your physiological
and the psychological system is just not prepared for
- They come from a reel to reel projector
which just keeps on projecting, repeating
your fate over and over and over again
with a very strange form of (in)justice
you cannot even begin to pretend
- They come from a moodiness
beyond our belief when our hearts
and minds can no longer contain the grief
- They come from a consistent emotional spiritual
neglect and abuse, leaving one feeling eternally
angry, ruminating, humiliated, and confused
- They come from the melancholy and mortality
of sentimental seasons in the form of triggers
when our emotional and spiritual and psychological
systems just cannot cope or take it anymore and seeps
into the vulnerable fragile folds of an open wounded soul
- They come from periods and phases of sudden and severe
life-transitions, brooding, isolation, turning inwards, and
depression (whether from trauma, chemical or situational)
and consequently, the real-life hyperbole and personification
and exacerbation of all things empty, hollow, vacant and haunted
- They come from the skin and bones
of the mind, spirit, heart, and soul…
Joseph Reich – Is a social worker who lives with his wife and twelve-year-old son in the high-up mountains of Vermont. His work been published in a wide variety of eclectic literary journals both here and abroad, been nominated six times for The Pushcart Prize, and his books in poetry and cultural studies include, “A Different Sort Of Distance” (Skive Magazine Press) “If I Told You To Jump Off The Brooklyn Bridge”
(Flutter Press) “Pain Diary: Working Methadone & The Life & Times Of The Man Sawed In Half” (Brick Road Poetry Press) “Drugstore Sushi” (Thunderclap Press) “The Derivation Of Cowboys & Indians” (Fomite Press) “The Housing Market: a comfortable place to jump off the end of the world” (Fomite Press) “The Hole That Runs Through Utopia” (Fomite Press) “Connecting The Dots To Shangri-La: A Postmodern Cultural Hx Of America” (Fomite Press) “Taking The Fifth And Running With It: a psychological guide for the hard of hearing and blind” (Broadstone Books) “Scenes From The Dynamite Stand” (Bedlam Press) “The Hospitality Business” (Valeveil Press) “The Rituals Of Mummification” (Sagging Meniscus Press)”Magritte’s Missing Murals: Insomniac Episodes” (Sagging Meniscus Press) “How To Order Chinese During A Hostage Crisis: Dialects, Existential Essays, A Play, And Other Poems” (Hog Press)