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HALLOWEEN TALE: BY JERRY LIBSTAFF
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NEW POETS! POETRY CONNECTION
CARNEGIE HALL
A GAY GANGSTERS' LIFE
REMEMBERING RAY BRADBURY
CHILDREN OF THE HOLOCAUST

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Duality

 

She painted her face white
With red eyes
Circled with green petals
And orange dots
Black lines closed her mouth

 

Going to celebrate Death
All Souls Procession in Tucson
She joined the others
Similarly adorned
For a night of festivities

 

The day before, she was quiet
Nodding at the niceties
As others made small talk
Life was drab
Until now, celebrating Death

Ghosts of Relatives Past

 

The Ouija board was a childhood friend
That was used like a telephone line

 

I'd sit close as Mom and Aunts 'played'
Talking with relatives of mine

 

An old wine glass was used as a pointer
Baby powder to make it glide

 

They'd circle the glass round and round
To ring up the other side

 

Then the glass would move on its own
Their fingers barely holding on as it went from A to L

 

They'd greet my uncle as if he were there
They knew his signal well

 

They'd asked about my brother
Who had just recently passed

 

He'd write back, Greeter was his new job
And my Mom seemed peaceful at last

 

They'd ask about the others
Who had gone to the other side

 

The wine glass would pick up speed
As Uncle Al replied

 

Aunt Gus was now a teacher
Who left this heavenly plane

 

Uncle Ed is still trying
To walk the Earth again

 

Mom and Aunts would ask about the future
Always curious about what will be

 

But the glass would stop, the Spirit gone
The future is for us to see

You can contact Gayle here:

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PHOYO: BROOKE SHADEN



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