For our twelfth poem, I'm sharing another of my own. This is a ghost story was inspired by my years living in Savannah and New Orleans, so it felt appropriate to read it from Forsyth Park. https://youtu.be/L5g_1JbN3f4
Not all horror is supernatural...
Finally! A poem by Edgar Allan Poe!
The fourth entry! Definitely not topical...
The third entry in our scary little poem series https://youtu.be/Ru4fUbotUcU
In the genre of recounting horrors There’s nothing sacred in invention. Though corny, gory, trite, or tasteless, The sell-out beats the solemn mention Of those unlucky rendezvous The storyteller knows are true And are of our own dimension. When first I spoke my story, as a salesman, The intention capped at provocation, For conversations persuading … Continue reading The Haunted Man
The lights were out. I sat in bed And stared into the hallway. I stared at laundry-shaped witch faces And the old man in the wood grain And my feet. The lights were out. Silent boards were sure to creak. I waited for the footsteps And listened for a voice For a laugh As I … Continue reading “In Bed” – Day 19 of National Poetry Month
The webs in which I sit and count the angles, Stitch to stitch, Surround and tangle. Sitting, mangled, recently deceased, I recognize my body how A calf is noticed by a modern cow On tubes and harness And living wired for the betterment all of mankind. Any minute, a tooth will spill my dreams, The … Continue reading “In the Web” – Day 18 of National Poetry Month
Here's a little exercise! What are the fears of the modern day? I don't just mean "clowns and Slenderman." What latent and unresolved notions burrow their way into the modern psyche, whispering frequently and fervently until their refrains becomes a melody of constant dread? We have to know what they are if we're ever to … Continue reading Fears of the Now
Under the stairs lives a fat, fluffy monster With long fingernails he’s embarrassed not to have trimmed. He comes out at night, sniffing the ground like a bloodhound Because his nose is so large and misshapen that he prefers to keep it low and out of your face. He stays under the stairs all … Continue reading The Monster Under the Stairs
The Favoring Wind 