|Title||PALE GHOSTS OF HER:
Manifestations of Grief and Healing
|Frequency||Monthly three-image photosets, via Instagram; one image from each is posted below.|
|Description||A collection exploring the many facets of the mourning process.|
|"I'll say, 'Haven't you heard
That she died in that fiery blaze?'
And you'll say,
'Hold on, I'm standing right here!'
But you're the wrong shade of gold
You're just the pale ghost of her"
-- First of June, Pale Ghost of Her
"Eloquence, my virgin bride
Of late, she's elegantly fading"
"Are you feral or are you tame?
On her lips, I can taste your name"
"I used to have magic
I used to have Her medicine flowing through me"
"A is for Apathy, high on the mountaintop
Shrugging its shoulders, extending its finger"
Creeps through my window
Been sitting here for hours or day or years
When I open my eyes
I know that you'll be gone"
"The blood will wash out
Of that, I'm not worried now"