“Elegy After the Wildfire” and “Parturition”

Elegy After the Wildfire After Caroline Tsai I understand delusion: what it means to smoke plume. How it rises and rises into dusk orange bleating…


“The Old Bridge Over the Chattahoochee,” “The Taoist Mechanic in Georgia,” “Savannah,” and Other Poems

Deborah Townley Stallard passed away earlier this year. These poems were submitted to Terror House on her behalf by her husband Andrew. We hope we…


“Yellow Pages Hidden,” “Burn the Spoon,” and “The Phantom in Every Emptying Bottle”

Yellow Pages Hidden under worn-out, dry-jism-drenched whorehouse mattresses, once upon a long time, when the call of the dens and joints was too…


“Evening Peanut Butter” and “Animal Control”

Evening Peanut Butter Something, Has become, Increasingly, Clear, It’s, About, His, Little London, There’s, This, Thing, That’s been, Happening,……


“Kindergarten,” “Apocrypha,” and “Fire-Eater”

Kindergarten Blacked out windows, only fake light for the children. Baby blue eyes, those friends of yours they were never here. Now write your…


Kissing an English Boy (Notes)

“The spread of arc light–based street lighting systems (which at the time ran at a voltage above 3,000 volts) after 1880 led to many people dying…


“The Vet Visits” and “Sidewalk Chat”

The Vet Visits He had, Been trying, To find, A vet, To come, See, Little London, For quite, Some time, Years, Really, And thankfully, He finally…


“The Road to Death,” “Pretending to Be Cool,” and “Watching the World Turn to Blood”

the road to death i tell my mother she is on her hardest journey the road to death there is no such thing as going gracefully you’ll watch the body…


“A Limo at Last,” “Old Shark,” “One Fell Off the Seesaw,” and Other Poems

A Limo at Last Faces in the windows on both sides of the street can vouch for the manners of the young chauffeur as he led the old couple to a…


“Shopping at Safeway” and “Rescue Dog”

Shopping at Safeway Just getting, A few items, Arugula, Tomatoes, Crackers, Peanut butter, A couple, Frozen things, Now he’s, Cruising through,……