Poems by Rosemary Norman from videos by Stuart Pound click here for synopses & stills, clips & index TO BE A GHOST To be a ghost is to unwind evenly into light off a notched spool, or rather to be unwound, be run up against the rotating O that moves you. The forced end. To be a ghost is to inhabit what happened, once, as a thin ribbon of frames. Your former voice and footfall dubbed on a sensed lack in your ears, stalk and mutter. To haunt is to be attached not to the living but the screen that animates the intermittent darks you are now, and finds red in a beard that was yours before.