Under The Shallow Water: A Collection

Introduction

Ghosts are as real as our identity. They define and haunt us. Memories, experiences, emotions, addiction, loves, enemies, family.

And then a man's identity is surrounded by others. The identities of a thousand other men and women, all with their own ghosts. A potato sack filled with peanuts yet to be shelled but dry and cracking, spreading dust.

But the demon in a memory will always reveal itself in terror. The old adage "sins of the father" tortures both the son and the father, each knowing neither the one nor the other is without blame. Thus a word becomes a ghost that sticks to the inside and buries itself deep, whispering from the walls.

All of our ghosts wait in the walls.