The house that has a library in it has a soul.
– Falsely attributed to Plato.
My house is full of spirits, haunting specters
Bound in books, each with their own
Unique appearance, smells and textures.
So many souls speaking on the shelves
Texts in translation – ephemeral selves
In stories, plays, poems and essays.
A home filled with such ambitions —
Is like phantom psychokinesis.
These literary apparitions permit us
To intone: Abitus sed non oblitus.
Author’s Note: The last line in Latin translates as: “Gone but not
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