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Who Says Love is Dead?

Passion is necessary for sex, unless you are Mormon or one of those weird Jews. The ones with the hair and the insurance scams? Yeah, those ones.…


6 to 6: Next Time, Take Skyline

Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same…


“The Rebirth of Pleasure,” “Reflections from the Death Bus,” “Soft Rains,” and Other Poems

The Rebirth of Pleasure Decorate this tomb with holly and flowers. Brighten the gloom with restless hours. Let life refill the mortuary and put…


The Worst Hangover

Dalton rolled over and brushed against Samantha. Her perfume lingered in the air as he climbed out from under the covers. As he slipped on his shirt…


I Confess

“Forgive me, for I have offended.” Darrell eased back into his seat in the booth. He couldn’t recognize the voice---it belonged to a cis-gendered…


Terror House Magazine Easter Submission Contest: Win Up to $20!

As Terror House Magazine nears the one-year anniversary of when it was untimely ripped from the womb, we've decided to step our game up a bit. In the…


The Birds Sing at Night

LED lights; so different from the yellow orange street lights I grew up with. They are everywhere now. I feel as if I am in a different country.…


Pink Petals of Desire

Tuesday, April 8 The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in the city, and for me, cherry blossoms always evoke the beginning of a new school year. This…


“Notepad,” How a Masterpiece is Created,” and “Liquor-ish”

Notepad One day When all these years will pass I will pose as a bystander I will write about you I will coin you as my tragic flaw When all these…


When the Men We Don’t Marry Come to Find Us

I am haunting him. It isn’t my intention, but he just keeps summoning my presence during his daily commute on New Jersey Transit. As he stares…