waltz-Gabriela M.

I waltz into an empty ballroom yesterday the ghost of Maja haunted Goya in the streets hungry demons haunted you effervescence, the molecules of those who’ll never be, a door gets slammed a key gets turned the breath of earth is choked initiation my hair gets caught deep in the coldness of the stars my…

Quotable Poe Week Five-Kindra M. Austin

IN THE BLACK   He visits the beachfront every night and shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, his tall frame stooped and shaking as the frigid tides break before him. He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost.   His heartache is a fury…

Quotable Poe Week Five-M. A. Morris

How the Stories End   No one would understand why I’m here, so I’m sure you don’t either—at least you don’t yet.  But I promise you will.  I’m going to tell you a story and then you’ll understand.  There is a method, as they say, to this madness.  Oh, and you will have the opportunity…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Kindra M. Austin

ETERNALLY OCTOBER   In his dreams, she dances in and out of shadow and luminescence. Her liquescent movements are reminiscent of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle, which now sits cold, useless— dead since late October.   He breathes deeply scents of sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair. He…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Lynn White

Self Contained   There used to be a man who would sit here on this bench every day gazing at the view. He was always alone. He would stretch out his arms across the back of the bench so that he filled it, completed it. Though he was always alone there never seemed space for…

Quotable Poe Week 4-Lynn White

Dreaming   There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it’s harder to discern you, to recognise your…

Quotable Poe Week Three-Violet Lentz

Not I   When the end became inevitable- ruthlessness drained from him like so much sour sweat. Dually castrated, both power and position irreparably severed, he became the culmination of everything he never was- but could have saved himself- if only he had been. Humble. Gentle. Meek. Qualities that if he had employed them outside…

Quotable Poe Week Three-Donna Mathews

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. His voice is raspy and weak as he pulls me in close. “My darling girl. My beautiful, darling girl. Why?” Rebellious tears roll down my cheeks. I want to be strong and stoic but I’m not. The wooden stake…

Quotable Poe Week Three-Bob Wertzler

“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?” – The Premature Burial NIGHTS AT THE CIRCUS   At night at the circus Is the big top empty Clowns, acrobats, freaks Tucked cozy in bed Crowds so too at…

Quotable Poe Week Three-Kindra M. Austin

I   Tears go by as years expand from Heaven to horizon; and I scale the mountain ranges risen in consequence of your death. Jesus, or some other guardian breathes for me whilst my lungs delight in respite from high altitudes.   II   In this, the winter of my youth, stillness settles deep into…