The phrase is so simple that I bristle confessing that it applies beautifully to “Ghost Town” a poem I penned over this summer. After numerous re-writes, fresh hand scrawled drafts and vain attempts at complication, I cannot say that it ever transcended that place.
Last week, I was pleased to receive word that “Ghost Town” was accepted in The North Coast Squid a poetry/literature journal published out of the Manzanita Writer’s Series. The fit was ideal for a poem dealing heavily with a dead-eyed coastal town, heartbreak told through the fleeting moments of imagination, sourced in boarded up windows and chained amusement.
When I look at “Ghost Town” now, it feels like it should, a lovely, sadly authentic work that didn’t need those complications.
The Manzanita Writer’s Series commences in a spring, 2015 reading for published poets, so expect to see me there.
Also, for future reference, I have to consider “Ghost Town” for inclusion in an upcoming poetry volume. Stay tuned on that project.