Give Up The Ghost
There’s that phrase “Give up the ghost” that’s been a part of our language for years on end. By “Give up the ghost,” it’s sometimes meant to stop fighting over little things. But more often it is used at the point of death. Seemingly to indicate the departure of a ghost or soul from the body. I think of this phrase often tonight when old ghosts haunt me around every bend. To what end, I do not know.
©2022 Will Mayo(†) All rights reserved.
Will Mayo(†) authored Dreams Of Mongolia, Hoodoo Voodoo, The Shells Encasing Our Nothingness, Bone Talking, Perfection is Failure and other books of the extraordinary. He lived with his six-toed black cat in Frederick, Maryland. Said by some to be the most haunted city in the state. Most of his writing was done between the hours of 3 a.m. and sunrise.
*Editors Note
In late July, brother Will passed away from a heart attack in his sleep. This was the last featured writer submission I had him scheduled for. He also sent 2 poems for the Cajun Mutt Press Halloween Anthology Zine no.1 before he left us. Rest easy, old friend. I’ll see you in the æther. You are missed by many.
