Unchained and a Spoonful of Gin by Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas Folding the skeletons one by one I pack them tight for storage inside their plastic coffins. Legs twisted and bent, arms tucked just right for another long year of slumber. It’s time for the cornucopia and ornamental trees while old bones without names…
Grave Reflections It’s the smallness, they say,in the depths of the clayin a coffin that’s most terrifyingto a corpse not quite deadwhen he comes to his headand senses his air rarefying. Devil’s GotchaYour soul he took, your corpse he left It’s all we’ve got to show. We’ll paint your cheeks up rosy red…
Scarecrow part 2 R.K.Riley The winter wind calls shrieks whispers my name through her frozen unmoving lips. Beneath still eyes …baby…baby…get mama down… the dead corn smears rough brown blood against my naked feet. My gaze locked there nowhere as her straw hand scratches claws tears at my hair cheek throat. …please…please…baby…get me down… Can’t. Won’t. Shouldn’t. Lost down…
We’re going to start populating our site with some additional content. We’d like you, dear reader, to send us your poetry, short short fiction, or creative nonfiction for a weekly story/poem feature. The content will only go on our site, and the turnaround time for submissions is going to be super speedy. We only have…
Lover, I feed on my prey, like an unkindness of ravens, circling a carcass, set to be ravished. I will devour you to plug my boredom and loneliness. I am empty, a vessel subsisting on blood-lust. I am a parasite. If you love me, teach me to be my own happiness. Carolyn D. Elias’ work…