The poems of Good Ghosts are a weaving capturing a time of life when ghosts have accumulated to the point of demanding our attention as much as do the living. The weft of this weaving are poems about the actual dead- how they order our days through the template of memory. The choices we make each day form the strands of the warp. As the tapestry of words progresses, a picture emerges of coming to terms with the dead among the living in our lives.
