Two Poems by John Grey
My Visit Rain falls. I prowl. Light slips away from the mansion wall. I replace it, a singular bat-like thing flanging the shadow of its skin like a cape. Wind struggles with a window. I flick it open...
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Sharon Caliri slapped her thigh high boot with the rigid switch. She dabbed the beaded sweat from her face and forehead with her elbow hugging silk gloves. Sharon grinned at the striped welts that...
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Wolf Moon Cold fog seeps and crawls across the path I creep. Winds undulate naked branches, stirring dead leaves to life begging at second chances Darkness shrouds my form wrapped in a cursed cocoon...
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By Betty McIntyre Betty Rocksteady is an author and illustrator from Canada. EC comics and Stephen King got their hooks in her at an early age and have never let go. She is drawn to things beautiful...
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And so the story is told from long ago about poor Becky and Sam. This young couple fell in love in the heart of downtown Chicago while sharing some turkey and ham. Theirs was a love affair that quickly...
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Cassaga thought it was peculiar. Rugged was a beast of the shadows. He generally hid. He would sometimes prey on the girls at the establishment Gorgeous Nightmare in a playful fashion, but he would...
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Two years ago, I met the love of my life. Ten months ago, I made her my wife. Two weeks ago, I chopped off her head. In my defense, she tried to kill me first. But I don’t hold a grudge. How could I?...
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By Betty McIntyre Betty Rocksteady is an author and illustrator from Canada. EC comics and Stephen King got their hooks in her at an early age and have never let go. She is drawn to things beautiful...
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The problem isn’t with the blood; like joy it spreads easy and everywhere. The problem isn’t with the organs; they’re warm and cushy, ever so comforting especially on cold and lonely nights. The...
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The monster’s real. Every second it came closer and there was no stopping it. The awful scratching and scraping in the hall outside John’s apartment neared and would soon be at his door. He didn’t...
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