Static

the dead have spoken my name

yes asshole

it's now two a.m. 

if anything is there 

will you let me take your photograph 

we head home

my relationship with ghosts 

started when I was a child

my relentless search for the paranormal

naked selfies from beyond the grave

ungodly banging from down in the basement

spirits manipulate me

an ambiguous area

shapes made of mist

rising up out of the creek

a pseudo seizure 

recorded voices

crackle into being

suggestions

an unshakeable belief

in static

paul conneally

february 2016