Buildings (Ghosts of)

Telephone Gothic

Brick on black vertical fine
lines fold unexpectedly short
into unconformable skies.

Carrying unimagined kin.
Hallways are for hauntings.

Hypothesized innards pipe
angled ideas via Morse
pencil taps / drafting coffee
break morale with stunted
scraper dreams.

For the Grain Exchange

Dozing corridors tucked in
by locked doors and sizzling
halogens run flat under hooves
slapped in lunar light.

Basement twenties
know nothing flaps iron mouth.

Hallways are for hangings
and memories of slick floor
wax holding back ghosts.


Frosted pendulums hang from
dark stained ribs, unswayed
by crescendo over crenulated
shadows /

notes pass through
wide wooden belly, along
sandstone spine.
Inverted Arc hides
stained glass secrets with night.

Hallways are for hangings.

Final call is with the lights out.

– Samantha Jones

Samantha Jones is originally from Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, but has called Calgary home since 2006. She has a Certificate in Creative Writing from the University of Calgary Continuing Education and two degrees in geology; a Bachelor of Science from Dalhousie and a Master of Science from the University of Calgary. She is the author of a free verse, experimental, and found poetry blog,, and is a published technical author.

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