Archive for Horror
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LULLA-BA • by Josephine Orta
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Rock a banana
On a green stalk
When the wind blows
They sway and they rock
When the bough breaks
Tarantulas fall
Let’s move baby’s cradle
Away from the wall
Josephine Orta lives in San Antonio, TX with her husband and medicine cat Peep. She does website technical support during the day and free-form research at all hours. Her internal artist is [...]
Horror, Humour/Satire
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CARS LEFT ABANDONED ON FRIDAY NIGHT • by Barry Napier
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Saturday morning,
your head sways with the steering wheel;
the highway polarized
as you ponder
the mystery of scattered cars pulled to the side
of the road, flags of surrender
tucked into doors and windowswaiting to be towed, forgotten
in the Saturday morning sun.Friday night,
Horror
you observed those stranded motorists,
probably drunk or disgruntled
that the bars had not provided release for
the hate sex the [...]
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DEMON DADDIES • by Brian Barnett
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Babies born with horns
Mothers screaming at fathers
Man, that must have hurt
Brian Barnett lives with his wife and son in Frankfort, Kentucky. To date, he has published over forty-five stories since he began publishing in November 2008. He has been published by MicroHorror.com, Flashes in the Dark, Static Movement, The New Flesh Blogzine, Midnight Screaming [...]
Horror
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THE NAMING OF THE BEAST • by Douglas C. Pugh
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Pick and writhe, probe and poke
wriggle, with no surceaseallowing only enough relief
that I may noose my neck
step closer to that
crumble edged fall
from the cliff of confidencewhere you wait
I told you so smirk
plastered broad across that gentle pink face
lips sealing those gnawing teeth
from sightwhen I pause
Horror
draw breath, sigh, step forward
I know that fanged stab
repeated, repeated, repeated
into [...]
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EVERYTHING I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT VAMPIRES • by Michael D. Turner
6 Comments
Horror
The modern vampire does not reek of a grave
Somewhere the rats have left his ship
His coffin has all the finality of a Lay-Z-Boy TM
God is dead and the vampire is a sex symbol
The perfect boy friend, the perfect girlfriend
Symbolic submission with no consequences
But death . . . and iron deficiency
Vampire girls never order the lobster
In [...]
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WICCAN WIND CHANT • by Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
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Go, go, go,
Widdershins around the kirk
Once, twice, thrice if we must.
Listen to the organs blare inside
Holy caterwauling
An attempt to block the winds
The tempests raging at the door.But we go, go, go,
Horror
Widdershins around the kirk
Once, twice, or thrice as we must
For as long as it will take
To bring the roof down,
To rake life,
To blight this blind [...]
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THE DISCOVERY • by by Christie Isler
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Snow melts.
Horror
Beneath lie
tissues
unexpected.
We thought
she’d run away,
but the
slow reveal
of skin
suggests
otherwise.
Christie Isler is a poet, writer, musician, and teacher in the Pacific Northwest. She writes prose and poetry and has seen work published in several online collections, including Shoots & Vines and Identity Theory. She has had poetry included in a Shoots & Vines print publication. Christie [...]
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THE MIDNIGHT ENGRAVER • by Erik Knutsen
4 Comments
Horror, Other
I saw the dead
come crawling out
of the latter-day
where saints are clocks,
ticking to tell us
our time is up.
The midnight engraver is chiseling my name.
Those emerging orbs
did none for me
as they clapped my back,
took my hand,
welcomed me as one of them,
while singing Bob Dylan.
The midnight engraver is working away.
The fogs they brought
stung my eyes
and sewed them shut;
I [...]
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BROUGHT TO BOOK • by Douglas C. Pugh
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Horror
It was black, silky satin finish
with a fanciful name and exotic inscriptions
the challenge to all to curl their tongues
reach to their vocal depths and hiss the sibilance
match the growl in the throat
that the original invocations used
A sporting challenge taken up by the worldly
the bored elite who felt that the next intellectual stimulus
after sudoku and the [...]
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WHITE HOT • by J.D. Di Lella
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Black conveyor belt pulls
me along, a slow
moth to the flame ride.
Toes tingle, tag crinkles.
Heat excites
what’s left of my life
more so than when
I danced the light fandango
Below me I see
myself
pale
whiskered
long finger-nailed
and I wonder if this place is
a house of mirrors
and why the open furnace door
invites me inside?
J.D. Di Lella is an educator by nature, a poet and [...]
Horror

