Friday, September 18, 2009

Fog


Outside, I’m a ghost. Inside,
I’m no less real — until I spend
an hour looking at my hands.

(first publication)


Recently Linked: My thanks to Ellie Great, for signing on as a follower of Recently Banned Literature. Ellie is a traveler, writer, and director based in New Zealand. You can visit her blog here.

Updates:
“Fog” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: hypnotizing the chickens.

4 comments:

RUDHI - BY CHANCE said...

W.Burroughs once looked eight hours on his right feet, but without result as I know. I like this poem with sense!

Caio Fernandes said...

i donow how much ghosts are unreal .
so be a ghost outside-inside has been the story of my life .
see you !!!
ohh , and Ellie is cool , i have followed her blog for a while

Rachel said...

Dieses Gedicht ist wieder so wirklich und wahrhaftig.
William, du beschreibst Dinge,
die einem selbst manchmal gar nicht bewusst sind, obwohl wir es tun.

Wundervoll ist noch ein viel zu geringes Wort für deine Gedanken..

ein feines Wochenende wünscht dir
herzlich, Rachel

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Rudhi. Of course, Burroughs had “medicinal help.”

Caio, thank you, and greetings to a fellow ghost.

Rachel, you are kind, as always. I try not to draw a line between what is real and what is imagined. Who am I to decide?