My poem, Haunt is up at Call Me [ ]—(University of Alabama Creative Writing) in the Call Me [When You’re Dead] Issue. Here is the poem:

Haunt

I thought that you
would live forever.
One procedure

after another,
like changing
the batteries in your clock.

Yet the wing chair
is empty now.
Who would dare sit in it?

You were never a talker,
content to play a part
with your presence—

and yet
it is your voice
that has gone missing

from the room
you lived in
all these years.

Is that what we sense
when we declare
an old house haunted?

The vestige of all
those voices
willing to be heard.