Feature Poet: JD Phillips
Good morning and welcome to another Feature Friday! Today is the incredibly talented JD Phillips, a close friend and whose novels have quickly become one of my favorite reads, The Falling and Between These Walls being on my all time favorite reads in general. I strongly encourage everyone to check out her work, and today, I am so thrilled to be able to share a few selections from her debut poetry collection, Notes By A Ghost! Check them out below, with a link on where to find it at the end.
Psychopomp
They come to me in whispers
They come to me through songs
I see them in dreams sometimes
Or floating along the walls
They tell me their stories
I tell them some of mine
Sometimes we work together
Like passing streams
Reaching into and out of the dead pool
Friends and lovers and guides
The words come out and through
Down and out
Lightning flashes and fever dreams
Held forever in ink
On paper
Seen only when read
Heard only when thinking
Life after death
In print
Shadow
Writing as the world burns
As if we’re not on fire
Talking to people like I never knew you
While you stand right beside me
No one can see you
No one else can know
I’m dancing with your shadow
I’m living in your home
Ghost In My Coffee
(confessions of a residual ghost)
There’s a ghost who haunts my coffee
Everyday she possesses another cup
Opening cabinets I want left closed
Hiding the spoons
Running off with my mug
There’s a ghost who haunts my coffee
She never lets me take a single sip
Even though I’m more than willing to share
I wonder who is really haunting who sometimes
It seems to be a bit of both
But I’m tired of losing spoons
And running out of mugs
Maybe next time she’ll fuck off
Maybe next time I’ll hold on tighter to my cup
Wear A Mask
Be yourself, they tell you
No need to hide away
Don’t deprive them of your company
Let them see you shine
But no one really means that, do they?
Not if you’re not just like them.
They fear what they can’t relate to
and place the blame upon your head.
They call you crazy. Insane.
Make jokes, shy away.
Be yourself, they tell you
But only if you’re just like them.
Otherwise you’re better off alone.
Otherwise, you’d best not throw away your mask
The Long Haunt
I’ll whisper everything I’d like to say to you
Ramble out every thought
Find a way to convey what I’m feeling
and bundle it up
into a single breath I’ll sigh out for an eternity
So that you’ll feel it
Every second
Every minute
Every hour of every day for all the days left
Until you join me here
and we go on to haunt the stars together
JD has been writing since childhood and has been self-published as well as picked up through small presses.
She enjoys making creepy dolls and communes with ghosts and cats in her spare time.
Recently, she merged her old business BonesnStitches with Snarky Ghost.
For more info visit:
www.facebook.com/authorJD
www.facebook.com/BonesnStitches
www.snarkyghost.com
Twitter: @jd_author
You can find a copy of Notes By A Ghost, here https://a.co/d/8e8Z6c7
