Here the ghosts persist assembled in layers of history the ordinary deaths, the nameless the faceless sandwiched between tragedies stacked in codex. Here we'll sit quietly, you and I, our feet buried in soft grass and listen as they sign and sing and sigh among the leaves.
Lynette Mejía writes science fiction, fantasy, and horror prose and poetry from the middle of a deep, dark forest in the wilds of southern Louisiana. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Rhysling Award and the Million Writers Award. You can find her online at www.lynettemejia.com.