Happy Halloween, dear readers! Here’s a story to get you in the mood for this spooky holiday. Read on for a chilling experience - if you dare.
Meet Me in Your Poem Drawer
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised
Who doesn’t both love and hate those long villain rants in movies where they explain their whole evil plan to the hero as well as their backstory? Here’s one with surprise twists and turns!
Love Poem for Death
The last time I saw you, you were lying there, next to her/My Mother, the one who had never perceived me or any of my sisters/I guess that is why I wish to spend all my time in the cold/In the darkness surrounding my thoughts, and the unknown lands between this world/And the next--
The Creature is Me
“It was quiet, as usual. Even my own breathing seemed to have disappeared. At least that would have been what another soul would have thought, had they laid here next to me.”
Astrology: What's It Any Good For?
Have you ever wondered about astrology? What is it? How does it work? What’s my horoscope got to do with anything? Is it even accurate? This article will give you a brief overview of the key elements of astrology, and a rudimentary guide to reading your birth chart.
Wandering Your Kiss
Wandering/You are still such a dream I can't grasp I'm awake/It makes me want to melt into what is at stake
The Witch Hunter
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”
Thud
Thud thud/But nothing is there/No one is here/Why can’t I move/I am in slow motion.
Walls need friends too
“Life was quite lonely at first as a wall. Sure, I was accompanied by the specks of dust that hung tightly onto the little mishaps in the paint job, but it wasn't much. They never said anything to me, only focused on tightly holding onto me so that they wouldn't fall down to the floor. I can't quite tell how long I lived like this, nor do I really want to remember it in the first place. You know how awfully lonely being lonely can get, don't you?”