Black Petals Issue #93 Autumn, 2020

The JuJu Man
BP Artists and Illustrators
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
Justin Alcala: A Horse for Us All-Fiction
Matthew Penwell: Bless Be Him-Fiction
Shiloh Simmons: Coffin Birth-Fiction
John Cox: Don't Teach Cats Latin-Fiction
Ken Hueler: I, Said the Fish-Fiction
R. A. Busby: Not the Man I Married-Fiction
Jude Clee: Notes from a Bathroom Stall-Fiction
M. W. Moriearty: Scarecrows-Fiction
Robert Masterson: Sharper Than She Ever Imagined-Fiction
Michael Steven: The Mirror-Fiction
Kevin Hawthorne: The Song-Fiction
Marlin Bressi: The Man on the Box-Fiction
Terry Riccardi: Winter Hunt-Fiction
Stephen J. Tillman: Angry Tammy-Flash Fiction
Andreas Hort: Pay the Price!-Flash Fiction
Sam Clover: Piety and Parm-Flash Fiction
Deisy Toussaint: Parasite in the Shadows-Flash Fiction
Outnumbered-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
Mickey Sloan: Basement Beldam-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Grandmother Screamed-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Pumpkin Tanka-Poetry
Daniel G. Snethen: Yellow Death-Haiku
Theresa C. Gaynord: The JuJu Man-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: The Widow Paris-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: Funeral at the Louisiana Bayou-Poetry
Theresa C. Gaynord: The Old Hag-Poetry
Loris John Fazio: Halloween Prayer-Poetry
Marilyn Lou Berry: My Darling, My Sustenance-Poetry
Chris Collins: Nature-Poetry

The JuJu Man


by Theresa C. Gaynord


First clocks tick among the whitest

wheat, longing for the night where

glow-worms spark a silken string of

stars as moonbeams bend their arc,

cold as stone, away from gurgling

waters and goblin's cries.


A dying bat flaps its wings for the

last time before it comes to rest on

the breast of hardened soil, modest in

the fallen dew, dwindled to swift decay

with sunken eyes and fading mouth; absent

now from the sweet wine of red grapes,


sucked into empty rinds. The soul splits

into a somber ghost in sleep, sweet poison

to the rusty hands of time that tremble in

the shadows with a faint fluttering of cunning

seduction. Unseen from his home in the wood,

the juju man weaves his corn figure,


avenging a wrong; its small face buoyant, as if

commiserating the binding. And in the nearby

Creek it’s thrown, deep into the peering darkness,

still to dreams never spoken, still to a silence

unbroken, obedient to the juju man's spell of

foul revenge, and all human love and hate.

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be a witch and a poet, (within the horror writing community) and she has been published in a number of magazines, ezines, anthologies and books throughout the years. She is a former elementary school, a psychic medium - reader and advisor. 

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