Ghosts in the GardenEpistle from The Battery, Charleston, South Carolinaby Andrena Zawinski From the city carriage house, from my window inside the piazza,from here I think I hear them. And there are two of them movingabout below inside a shuffle of whispers. There is a girlish burstof giggles lilting Gullah tongues. I imagine them there,Continue reading “Ghosts in the Garden by Andrena Zawinski”
