Illusions

“My Wife and My Mother-in-Law” 1915 by William Ely Hill (1887–1962)

Illusions – life’s little hobgoblins
Come creeping, crawling through our minds.

Sighs, cries, you know them well.
Pain, anguish, feel them swell.

Black souls, sultry rooms, lovers.
Illusions – Hobgoblins in my mind.

Reflections – I to you, you to me,
Delusions – me to you – we are three.

Illusions. You have one, I have none.
Only time. And hobgoblins in my mind.

–1989

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As Associate Professor of English at Georgia Gwinnett College in Lawrenceville, Georgia, my teaching centers on writing within a multimodal / multicultural context. Some of my ongoing research projects are The Virtual Caribbean Library and the Lost Voices, Forgotten Voyages projects; both focus on digital representations of the Caribbean. View all posts by creoleana