Spoon Rings

Haunted jewelry. It had an upswing in the ’60s and ’70s. I wonder how many of those rings we found were authentic— and came with ghosts.

Unhaunting

As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.

Above me, two ravens cut the sky, black silk against the rising sun. Among the stones, I lingered, finding peace in quiet company.

I dug up my ghosts, shook them loose from the earth—less clinging to me, more uplifting.