John Masterson

firefly
your guts around my finger
glow

— John Masterson

Sharon Ferrante

his rotting bones the perfect fly trap

— Sharon Ferrante

Roberta Beach Jacobson

second inning
in the catcher’s mitt
severed hand

— Roberta Beach Jacobson

Joseph P. Wechselberger

clear night sky
the man in the moon
winks

— Joseph P. Wechselberger

Joshua St. Claire

hawthorn grove
shadows jerking
by the stone altar

— Joshua St. Claire

stirring her teacup

of sky

monkshood

— Joshua St. Claire

Greg Schwartz

hubby’s ghost—
now
he shows up

— Greg Schwartz

Debarati Sen

lamp shade
a shadow grows horns

— Debarati Sen

Kelly Sargent

discovering the gravesite black irises

— Kelly Sargent

Leon Tefft

the dreadful taste
of black rubber
nod if you agree

— Leon Tefft

Chad Lee Robinson

straight out of a slasher movie the autumn wind 

— Chad Lee Robinson

deep in the belly laugh of a chainsaw

— Chad Lee Robinson

Randy Brooks

day old
out of the nest
flies

— Randy Brooks

Anne Fox

gothic tale
a spider on the page
dots the eye

— Anne Fox

Kimberly Kuchar

the dog’s new bone
found on the shore
a washed-up corpse

— Kimberly Kuchar

Grace Mckie

one less off
the wish list
bucket of blood

— Grace Mckie

triptych of nooses gallows pole

— Grace Mckie

Vishal Prabhu

bridal red
affixed to every sighting
her self-same eyes

— Vishal Prabhu

lights turned out

the night given to

spider legs

— Vishal Prabhu

Jackie Chou

empty hallway 
the squeak of sneakers 
behind me

— Jackie Chou

unrequited love

a pin through the heart

of a voodoo doll

— Jackie Chou

C.X.Turner

scalpel slips

he murmurs

it moved again

— C.X.Turner

razor wind

he smiles as I

come apart

— C.X.Turner

Rich Schilling

clutching
her rosary
a severed hand

— Rich Schilling

red lips

a bone flute

stained with blood

— Rich Schilling

Patricia Hawkhead

creeping sea ice
white tendrils reach out
for my warmth

— Patricia Hawkhead

John Hawkhead

corrupted flesh
sentence long since passed
by tombstone crows

— John Hawkhead

widdershins dare

I find my friends

in the graveyard

— John Hawkhead

Alan Summers

iced coffee what dropped into its shapes

— Alan Summers

Tracy Davidson

bloody thorns 
embedded in his back 
Momma didn’t like her blooms

— Tracy Davidson