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Ghosts of My Own Choosing
Ghosts of My Own Choosing
Ghosts of My Own Choosing
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The poems in Ghosts of My Own Choosing remind us that we are all haunted by something, whether it's growing up, people living or dead, love, the choices we make. To some extent, we choose the things that stick with us, the memories that we visit again and again.
 

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Release dateJan 25, 2020
ISBN9781393461951
Ghosts of My Own Choosing
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Terri Simon

Terri Simon has degrees from Sarah Lawrence College (Writing/Literature) and Virginia Tech (Computer Science) and works in IT. She lives in Laurel, Maryland with her husband and dogs. She collects fountain pens, plays hand drums, and has more projects started than she will ever finish. Her work has appeared in “Three Line Poetry,” “Black Mirror Magazine,” “Mused,” among others, and the anthologies “A Mantle of Stars: A Queen of Heaven Devotional,” “Bright Stars: An Organic Tanka Journal (Volume 1),” and “Switch (The Difference)” and received honorable mention in Kind of a Hurricane Press’ Editor’s Choice for 2015.

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    Ghosts of My Own Choosing - Terri Simon

    Acknowledgments

    Grateful acknowledgment is made to the editors of the following print and online publications in which these poems first appeared.

    Aberration Labyrinth Shopping for Souls

    Black Mirror Magazine More Than I Know, Record Player"

    Jellyfish Whispers - Legacy

    Rat’s Ass Review - The New Normal

    Switch (the Difference) (anthology from Kind of a Hurricane Press) – Fun and Games

    Legacy

    Empty handed,

    I paint the sky.

    A knuckle rubs out

    a space for the sun.

    A fingernail marks

    a line of clouds.

    I mold mountains,

    smooth here, jagged there,

    then twirl and spin up trees,

    pines and oaks.

    The scent of earth

    is my breath.

    I carve out winding pathways

    and fill in the threads

    of rivers

    with my tears.

    Like the dried salt of

    sleep-stained eyes,

    stones fall where they may.

    My children,

    with their lovely heartbeats,

    will someday wonder at the

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