Haiku Event: Devil Robot

Before we start our new event, congratulations to !!! Ivor: Plumber/Poet !!!  He won Carrie’s Jason Mask Sculpture. Flip the switch and fire up your electrical brain. Wait. hold on. You gotta give the wires time to warm up first, or there’s a high risk of blowing a fuse, and no one likes that….unless you’re the

You Choose The Horror!!!

Raise your hand if you like horror. Oh. Excuse me. I didn’t see that your hand was severed! It’s okay, just feed me a topic and I’ll unleash the hounds of horror upon the unsuspecting victims who dare to read such a dark tale about…well…did you decide yet?   Think of something scary. Really scary.

Psycho Secrets: Looney Lucy

Shhh…come a little closer. Okay. Stop. You’re not supposed to get too close, or bad things may happen. They say it’s all in my head. The people wearing the white coats feed me these pretty, little shapes. But they never work. Is any of this real? Hold on…let me pinch you, just to make sure.

Psycho Secrets: Terence Tourette Tucker

A man with filed incisors who claims to be a direct descendant of Count Dracula. He’s a serial blood drinker who dubs his victims Bloody Mary. He hides in shadows, comes out at midnight and hovers outside first floor bedroom windows. At night, he’s been known to whisper, “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He was

Psycho Secrets: Sam Syko

In the rooms of an asylum, there are secrets stashed in closets and under patients’ beds. They whimper and whine; wanting to break free… where is the key, where is the key? If we don’t find it, we’ll go crazy! Follow me to Sam Syko’s room where we’ll meet an unfortunate lad, whose secret you

Fighting With the Devil

Juan goes to church, because he sees the devil in his dreams.  He wakes up in the middle of the night with sweat streaming down his body. “I don’t know why Satan don’t let go of me,” Juan wails on his hands and knees.  Father Mallory motions for him to get up.  “What do I do,

Hark, The Snake Oil Angels Sing!

Hark, the snake oil angels sing! Russia’s tsar rides on our king.   Bullshit here and beefcake there – bovine voters everywhere.   Joyful greedheads make stocks rise  – Rust Belt workers fall for lies.   Hark, the snake oil angels sing! Russia’s tsar rides on our king. Illustrations by Poet Rummager Poem written by

Carver Contest 2016: King Barabash

  Alright, you ghosts, ghouls and goblins! Step right up to the stage, but please…keep your guts to yourself. Swivel your eight eyeballs toward a grotesque masterpiece—this turban squash is green in the face and doesn’t mind showing you what it ate for dinner last night. Yuck! Don’t vomit in front of royalty! Or King

Carver Contest 2016: Death-eating Grin

Don’t get comfortable, you deadites! Lurch on over to the stage and feast your optical nerves upon this grinning turnip! Happy, are we? The purplish, wrinkled skin is punctuated by two empty sockets. What? Don’t believe me? Have a look…go on…if you dare! A depressed nose sinks above a toothless grin—go ahead and ask yourself

Carver Contest 2016: Extra Dimensional Cenobite Squash

Are you in the mood to get hooked? This cenobite squash from a hellish dimension will teach you the true meaning of pain, but you’ll probably lose a little skin. Three eyes and crowned with embedded nails—a glowing grimace will ensure recurring nightmares for all eternity.   Comment, like, and vote on this year’s Carver 2016