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Angels in Vegas-Flash Fiction by Tom Darin Liskey
An Alto for the Choir-Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon
A Splash of Red-Flash Fiction by Daniel Clausen
A Slight Disposition-Flash Fiction by James Coffey
Together Forever-Flash Fiction by Bill Baber
Talky Tina-Poem by Daniel G. Snethen
Play Dead-Poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Boycott This Poem-Poem by Michael Marrotti
Monaco-Poem by John Doyle
He Dubbed Himself General Custer-Poem by David Spicer
Moment of Madness-Poem by Meg Baird
A Beautiful Chaos-Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Phantom Voices Floating...Poem by Dr. Mel Waldman
Dirty White Girl-Poem by Ian Mullins
Don't Do It, It Ain't Worth It-Poem by Ian Mullins
Cursed-Poem by John Grey
Regarding the Coming of Man-Poem by John Grey
Threshold-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
Word Salad With Ranch-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
Turnabout-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Patty Mulligan 2017

CURSED

 

by John Grey


Halloween night,
witches are everywhere,
pointy hats and brooms
bristling against the icy moonlight.
The sky is cloudless.
Stars fade into the background.
It's a night for sorcery
not astronomy,
for hags to shriek
and cats to hiss
as spells are cast
like invisible raindrops.


One glimpse is enough.
I close the shades,
bolt the doors,
flick every switch
until my house is as dark
as the heart of a hex.


But buried in blankets,
I still hear the cackles.
My brave attempts at sleep
can't mask the effect
the spit of their curses
has upon me.
I could be a toad any moment.
Or a lizard.
Or a wilting bouquet of hollyhock.


I hear a knock at my door.
Little children arc outside,
in their costumes,
bleating "trick or treat."
Such innocent hearts.

I pray they never know

the third alternative.

 

 

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One, and Columbia Review, with work upcoming in Naugatuck River Review, Abyss and Apex, and Midwest Quarterly.  

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Art by Patty Mulligan 2017

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017