By Adam O. Davis
1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums...
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- By Matthew ZapruderI think there was a movie once where Frankenstein fell in love with a vampire. A small mummy at first...
- By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, ...
- By Adam O. DavisOne nick. Two nick- els. Three lic- orice twists before bedtime. Four hours of a leaky faucet. Five ...
- By Unknownþat it apertly was apayed for profite þat he feld, and [wrouȝt] buxumly by þe bestes wille in wise as...
- By Sylvia PlathMy father kept a speckled conch By two bronze bookends of ships in sail, And as I listened its cold ...
- By Marlanda DekineGrandma Thelma told me if I slept on my back a hag would ride me and I’d never return, so I trained ...
- By Jennifer WongOn certain nights they come back, ghost story fragments lodged in my head from midnight taxi rides. ...
- By L. M. RiveraWhen the home is no more When the mother's negative light goes also When solitude rips the door from...
- By Marcus Wickerit paralyzes their country mercy i will teach them how to be neighborly how to atomize property- lines...
- By Sy HoahwahMy ancestors were not diligent and so they lived beside the fort that's neither on the maps of Heaven...
- By Rachel McKibbensWhen my daughter rushes into the living room, cheeks flushed from her wicked siblings who spring from...
- By Sumita Chakraborty
- By Anne SextonI have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done...
- By John KinsellaI have gorged on a glorious dose of poison.—Triple blessings on the advice that was proffered!—My guts...
- By Su ChoShe snaps the heads off dried anchovies, their eyes a black ant hill burying my toes. I’m breaking doenjang...
- By Jose Hernandez DiazA jaguar sat in a tree. It was midsummer. The sun was shining fiercely. The jaguar was a golden color...
- By Emily BerryYou can invest everything in someone. This one feeling chopping you up. Anyone can go into the night...
- By John SpauldingWasn’t it the hidden folk lived under the barn that summer when no one left them their porridge and ...
- By Sy HoahwahSevered finger of a convicted murderer uncurls like a waking pet. Demonic compass points toward the ...