Reading Lovecraft on the Beach

I was eighteen and fresh out of high school. A group of us, about eight boys and six girls, went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for our "senior…


The Seaside Cottage

“Pretty spooky, right?” Weber did not know if Scanlan was talking about the cottage or the many empty houses staring out to sea. The two men stood on…


“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…


Hole in the Wall

I do not know what time it was, but I do remember admiring the dusk as it enveloped the skyline in an amber haze. It was a Friday sometime in the…


“Wastrel,” “Ice Heart,” “At the Cafe,” and Other Poems

Wastrel Dead leaves are underneath the tarp. The sleeping bag rots along with the tent. The cotton is soiled with blood, sweat, and piss. This is not…


“Autumnal Cemetery,” “Ode to the Suburbs (Brighton),” “All Saints Day,” and Other Poems

Autumnal Cemetery The Chinese say that evil are the trees of the cemetery. This cemetery, my cemetery, is as evil as it is evergreen. In amongst the…


Eddie Mann’s Last Halloween

The colors let Eddie Mann know that it was Halloween. The grocery store, which was oppressively dim regardless of the season or time of day, was an…


“A Place Somewhere,” “Museum Poem,” “Winter Buries Them,” and Other Poems

A Place Somewhere The dream is the same no matter the night. There is a light, weak and blue, over a country house where nothing stirs, not even a…


Fetish

He breathed a heavy sigh that signified that he was done. He looked like a spent force. My husband, Chris Cleary: a man of little stamina. Well, that…


The Last Will and Testament of Philip Alan Dennison

All my life, people have been telling me to shut my mouth. Never once has anybody seriously asked about my opinion or my side of the story. It’s…