By Lafcadio

early morning—

she wakes to the sound

of splintering glass

Lafcadio

*

 

resurrecting

buried memories

the past

won't stay hidden even

if the grave is deep

Lafcadio

By Roberta Beach Jacobson

in the ash bucket sprinkles of spider

Roberta Beach Jacobson

By Jerome Berglund

dissecting

the revenant

thunderstorms

Jerome Berglund

*

 

angry baby’s

apparition intermittent

lightning flashes

Jerome Berglund

By JL Huffman

gourd’s garish grin

macabre ceiling display

guest-room night light

JL Huffman

By petro c. k.

blood moon

swirling in the glass

a nice chianti

petro c. k.

*

echoing inside . . .

first clump of dirt

hitting the coffin

petro c. k.

By Eavonka Ettinger

oleanders sway

in the cold winds

a deadly tea

Eavonka Ettinger

By JL Huffman

new moon fog

ghost deer dart

JL Huffman

*

 

murder of crow’s feet

unlaughable lines

JL Huffman

By petro c. k.

thin fabric

between worlds

bedsheet ghost

petro c. k.

By Eavonka Ettinger

pumpkin pulp

wriggles through fingers—

creating a new face

Eavonka Ettinger

*

 

crows gather

to greet the dead

a thin veil

Eavonka Ettinger

By Jerome Berglund

house settling

or something more

forgotten frost

Jerome Berglund

By Lafcadio

chronic pain

I hear the doctor

order leeches

Lafcadio

*

 

pierced skin—

a wound too deep

for blood to flow

Lafcadio