Joseph P. Wechselberger

clear night sky
the man in the moon
winks

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

séance
ghosts make themselves known
in the attic

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

All Hallows’ Eve
the piercing cackle
of a jack-o’-lantern

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

antique fourposter
all the wormholes
glowing red

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

from the waves

a swimmer

with a pair of wings

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

urgent care
the mumbling voice
of the exorcist

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

moonlight

the woods still speak

my late father’s name

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

no wind
one swing keeps swinging
on its own

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

the puppets audition
for the little boy
no strings

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

out of darkness

a child’s face

with bat wings

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

séance
the Ouija board
speaks for itself

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

the rapid clack

of the old typewriter’s keys

invisible fingers

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

running toward
the last train
disembodied red stilettos

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

feeling what it’s like
to live in another’s skin
body farm

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

full moon

the sound of wings

too large for birds

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joseph P. Wechselberger

months after his death
my father shows me
his new home

— Joseph P. Wechselberger