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hallucinations

the walking men

Three or four times now, while I’ve been walking in the neighborhood with my youngest daughter, I’ve seen a man wearing a long black overcoat and a fedora. Three times now. Three different men. One of them is quite young, perhaps in his early twenties, with scraggly facial hair and glasses. Another is older, around my age. And another was… Continue reading the walking men

ghosts, hallucinations

doing the dishes

...and as I turn to put a glass in the cupboard I startle and flinch backwards from the dark figure standing right at my left shoulder.  Vague impressions . . . someone looking into my face . . . a male presence about my height but larger, heavy-set almost . . . broad head, the bare suggestion of something there… Continue reading doing the dishes