I saw a ghost house
made of stone
on Christmas Day.
Past or fairyland
who knows?
No drink
or drugs involved.
When driving home
much later, same day
I checked. It wasn’t there.
Will I be visiting tomorrow?
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I have acolytes. We eat quiche. We will fight the Anti-Quiche and its dark summoner as foretold in well-cooked prophecies contained within the Book of Delia. I write poetry, stories, rustle up a little political prose and generally lark about with chickens and friends. I enjoy life more and more as time goes by. I've got books for sale. Buy them. They're very good. Ask an acolyte!
