The Ink Spot

I didn’t believe in ghosts. None of it. From ectoplasm to poltergeists, I was sure it was all made up and just some artifice designed to scare. There was always a rational explanation for everything.   Then the inexplicable...

When writing my South African story, A Far Cry, I needed a poignant poem. My tale of a dead wife leaving a message for the next bride needed something that hinted at an afterlife. I found exactly what I was looking for in the work of Emily Dickinson. Her carefully...