Friday Fright at Frank’s

Story By Karina Pinella   The fridge is empty; the oven is cold. Looks like no one is making dinner tonight. Brad decides to go to his friend’s house next door. Brad’s been known to drop by Frank’s house at odd hours. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers. He knocks on the door,

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 watching

Nightlight

Poem By Doug Branson   an oasis of sorts a refuge in the distance beings who stalk to be kept at bay for the moment whether they slither or prowl             *The poem was written using the gogyohka form…a new form of poetry which has been developed in Japan by a poet called

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. She

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.

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 I

Woodbine

Story By Robert Emmet   Megan was an ugly girl. She knew this, because everyone told her so. Even her mother. “You’ve a crooked nose, a chin like a frog’s arse; no man will ever want to take you as a wife. But you have other talents. You do well in school; if you apply

Earth

Poem By Bryan Hughes Earth Under my feet As I step close To your resting place       Earth Dug from the ground Piles of brown dirt That you will replace     Earth Thuds onto you Covers the smile On your sweet face       Earth I pat the earth down My

The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick

    Poem By Nick Gibbs Leonine Crick hitting on middle age like a wrathful child with a stick whacking it hard against a wall. ~ Thickset, ruddy-hued not so tall as the coffin-lids that betokened his call arrayed in shades of polished pinewood and yew in the rose-scented parlour room where was his wont

R.I.P. My Fractured Heart

 R.I.P. My Fractured Heart By Charles Payne   We hold hands strolling among the rows and rows of markers. The grass well fed and green so like a park – an invitation to share a picnic lunch. — These headstones You say— are so close together and so small.   I can’t bring myself to