Vampire Dreams By Fern G. Z. Carr

Vampire Dreams By Fern G. Z. Carr

“Ah my dear, have no fear,” Snarled the stranger in the night, Whose lupine eyes could mesmerize Any creature in their sight; “For I have only just returned From my Transylvanian flight, When I spied your classical beauty By the full moon’s light,” He whispered beguilingly, Sharp teeth glistening bright. Spellbound maiden hearkened to This …

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Severed By Fern G. Z. Carr

Severed By Fern G. Z. Carr

worms squirm through eye sockets and nasal cavities, maggots feast on left-over strips of putrefied flesh hanging spaghetti-like from the cranium of a severed skull, mandible agape frozen in an eternal muted scream – a skull,   severed   from its former body bound and found in a different part of the woods   Fern …

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A Love Poem By Elijah Rokos

A Love Poem By Elijah Rokos

A mouthful of wildflowers a mind full of tea leaves, steeping.   Sun brewed tea lavender and lemon, ice cubes in the swimming pool, the bird’s song pecking, off key and off beat.   An open sail billowing in the breeze of the Chesapeake Bay, the smell, the smell, the salt and the sting. A …

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Take a Sip By Elijah Rokos

Take a Sip By Elijah Rokos

Each grey tree a sharpened claw to gouge the sun, every wall of the mountains a brittle and black paycheck.        The bears rendezvous in the dumpster, snouts stuffed in carry-out, and they don’t close their eyes anymore.   The elk departed in the road, too sudden to avoid, is pummeled by tentative tires …

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Wind-full Thinking By Emily Waclawski

Wind-full Thinking By Emily Waclawski

The wind does not speak It listens. The wind can hear every whisper, Every scream. The wind can hear every thought, Every secret. It listens. The wind witnesses every heart-felt memory, Every heartbreak. It sees. The wind witnesses every sweet embrace, Every slam. It sees. The wind can hear everything. And for that reason: The …

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After Later By Michael Holland

After Later By Michael Holland

Breeze blows coolly in through the window Black morning sun as dim as streetlights’ glow Air never tastes this good, eyelids never fight this hard to close   The sun at its zenith is like CSPAN Shade makes life livable again Night seeps down into your hands   Skeletal trees perch on piles of leaves …

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Mountain Views By Abigail Miller

Mountain Views By Abigail Miller

Above the tree line, it hits just how alone you are. You’ve traveled so far that the forest who once stood tall beside you, offering shelter from the less inviting elements of nature, no longer accompanies you. There were a few brave souls who tried, but only managed some naked trunks. Miles below on the …

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Your Studies, Sir By Robert Pope

Your Studies, Sir By Robert Pope

When I was very young I heard of them, certainly, but they remained a distant terror. I heard about them later in religious training and bedtime stories. Ministers taught us to resist the desire or tendency to conform to their ways, beliefs and practices—as if they had any attraction! They were nothing more than evil, …

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