Yon Side of the Canes

Story By Mary Cathleen Clark Sheriff Tackey drove by awhile ago, eyed me sitting out here on the front porch, drinking, watching the sun going down. I saluted him with Mr. Wild Turkey and yelled out a “howdy”. He acted all casual-like, pretended he didn’t see me. But I knew he did. He’s been watchingContinue reading “Yon Side of the Canes”

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Grime Street: Filthy Crime

Wade Hackette lets the rain fall inside his black convertible as he lights a smoke. Lightning ignites a purple spider web above the rusted city, illuminating hollow towers of cement. Wade exhales a gray specter while raindrops fall off the edge of a brown brimmed hat. He parks the black convertible next to Jade Dragon—aContinue reading “Grime Street: Filthy Crime”

Fearology: Screamers

Ahhhh! Oh. Excuse me. Pardon the involuntary airy expulsion. How come bipedal mortals (humans) scream when they’re scared? Have you noticed that? Perhaps you’ve been the victim of an involuntary airy expulsion. What caused it? One of them eight-legged atrocities? A scary movie that most likely simulated the demise of a stupid drunk frat boy?Continue reading “Fearology: Screamers”

Supplication

Poem By Phoenix Risen  Oh, dark spirit, old and wise – hearken unto me this night. Give me thine ear, if only for a moment – that thou might relieve me of my plight. Look thou upon me in mine hour of despair, for a woman hath beset me. Another dark spirit like unto thee. SheContinue reading “Supplication”

Everyday Horror: Roadkill Blues

Everything is fine and dandy until you see something dead on the side of the road. Some kind of four-legged mammal…torn open…ruby tissue…chunks of mangled biology. A feast for the crows and worms. Roadkill is something many of us see everyday. This typical mammalian sun blasted gore may even blend into the environment. Oh…there’s aContinue reading “Everyday Horror: Roadkill Blues”

The Maze

Poem By J.T. O’Sullivan Tepid tapered streams seamlessly Flow through rigid rivers in each Creaking crevice of his mangled Maze-like mind. Each turning twisting twirling whirling Step and stone through flesh and bone Beyond the walls a man; Alone.

Monster Art: Zombies & Trinkets

Last weekend was a blast; creating three monster art items from inexpensive finds at a flea market! Everything you see here cost me less than $10 to make. The round metal box, embellished with glittery beads, had a lid that was difficult to remove. I had these vintage 1950’s sour cream carton lids in my art studio, which I dressed upContinue reading “Monster Art: Zombies & Trinkets”

Slasher: Way of the Knife

  Red hands open a kitchen drawer, and then wrap around a wooden handle. A golden shimmer from a nearby streetlamp bleeds through a window, coating the edge of a serrated knife. Thin tapered steel extends from the red hand like a predator’s tooth ready to bite. Dirty boots ascend a nearby stairwell—blobs of soilContinue reading “Slasher: Way of the Knife”

Grave Digging

Poem By AJ O’Brien I awake within a black box beneath sacred soil. My heart hits a beat – tiny tunnels fill with blood, beginning to flow and boil. I claw my way out and happily arise within a graveyard dark, surrounded by the dead and forgotten goodbyes.   I hunger for your pain as IContinue reading “Grave Digging”