I have a new memoir poem up on Scuzzbucket! Thank you, Franco Amati, for publishing “Spooked”. This event was either a haunting or a shared dream. You decide. Thanks for reading!
Have you ever experienced something like this? Here is the start of the poem, and I hope you enjoy the rest of it on Medium. After the poem, I discuss the experience.
Spooked
Night, a suffocating tar pitch.
A whisper strokes my hair.
Laughter and the clinking of glasses
from somewhere overhead.
Music winging to my ears.
I want not to be alone
in night’s dark mound.
Beneath my feet, an ice rink.
I glide in the shadows of this cave,
holding onto the limestone walls,
feeling for handholds and footholds for my ascent………
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 
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