Father, I’ve prayed
the noisome breathing
coming down the chimney
to stop, please stop,
I’ve prayed in your name
and mine Continue reading Prayers from Dunwich by James H Duncan
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I’ve always thought graveyards the best place to begin,
like the one my young aunt & I played in as children: Continue reading Night of the Living Dead by Ace Boggess
A thousand fireflies flocked
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You’re at The Threshold, standing before one hundred doors. All closed. Their faces the myriad faces of wood, of a forest, of the trees they were before. Continue reading The Threshold by John Reinhart
Vultures and bones and briars and stones.
This is not the right place
and I’d like to go home. Continue reading Singing for These Dancing Bones by Jenne Kaivo
Angie lay like a corpse, flat on her back on the white marble floor, next to the barrier for Platform 17. Continue reading Vitoria Xavier by Louisa Campbell
I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head. Continue reading The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague