I hear you in the hall all day
And then imagine you at night.
Your screams from far away
Reflect you in the daylight,
As you tremble.
Screams of pain from down the hall.
Where to? Where from?
Accustomed, we cannot hear at all.
But I hear you in the day
And imagine you at night.
This place is haunted, true ,
But only without daylight.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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a ghost or an abused child?
could go either way to me