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  • “An Undercurrent of Darkness”: Bess Winter Interviews Jen Fawkes

    “An Undercurrent of Darkness”: Bess Winter Interviews Jen Fawkes

    Over the past several weeks I’ve been emailing back-and-forth with Jen Fawkes, author of Mannequin and Wife (LSU Press) and the recently released Tales the Devil Told Me (Press 53). Fawkes is a prolific writer whose work appears in One Story, Lit Hub, Crazyhorse, The Iowa Review, and elsewhere. She was also honored with the…

  • Maison Cristina, a novel by Eugene K. Garber, reviewed by Francis X. Fitzpatrick

    Maison Cristina, a novel by Eugene K. Garber, reviewed by Francis X. Fitzpatrick

    Author Eugene K. Garber spins some very dark and grim fairy tales in his neo-Gothic novel Maison Cristina, but does allow occasional light and laughter to enter this supernatural story. The novel opens with the image of a dead man lying at the bottom of a cliff while another man looks down from above. We…

  • “Logan Berry and the Negative Beyond”: A Review of Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake by Charlene Elsby

    “Logan Berry and the Negative Beyond”: A Review of Run-Off Sugar Crystal Lake by Charlene Elsby

    If we’re going to talk about Logan Berry, the question we first need to answer is, how is Cioran’s fall out of time conceived of as a negative eternity? The key concept is to differentiate the fall out of time from a positive eternity. The fall out of time is not a happy return to…

  • “I Couldn’t Stop Looking,” a flash fiction by Lisa Korzeniowski for Haunted Passages

    “I Couldn’t Stop Looking,” a flash fiction by Lisa Korzeniowski for Haunted Passages

    I am standing in the backyard in front of the shed. My brother is at the kitchen window, moths circling his screened-in face. “What do you see?” Seth says. “Come see for yourself,” I say. “No way. He told us not to go in there.” “He left the door open,” I say, digging my toes…

  • Haunted Passages: “Raynaud’s Berries,” a new short story by Tony Burgess

    Haunted Passages: “Raynaud’s Berries,” a new short story by Tony Burgess

    —for Carrie On our way to the emergency room, we realize it is the twelfth day in a row of peppering rain. Solid grey foam fills the ditches lining the field beside our route. Beyond and up the escarpment, who knows? Now on this road though, tires engage with surface in a ceaseless shushing and…

  • “Father Calls,” a Haunted Passages short fiction by Andrew Bertaina

    “Father Calls,” a Haunted Passages short fiction by Andrew Bertaina

    Two weeks after my father dies in a freak accident, a dramatic fall while trimming fruit trees in his yard, he calls me in a dream. When the phone rings, I’m outside, watching a cloud of mosquitoes do a balletic dance around my shin. I’m drinking bourbon on the rocks, and the glass is sweating…

  • Connor Fisher: Two Poems for Haunted Passages

    Connor Fisher: Two Poems for Haunted Passages

    An Aphid Complex An aphid complex emerged frombeneath the burning barn. Horses were theprophets of agriculture. I threw a tractor overa phalanx of shells that, in their elation,carved elaborate, infinitesimal initialsinto the desolate arena of sand. My knife is in midair. I am jugglingthe brutal levees of a drowned city. The wellreflects an image of…

  • “The Sky Never Left the Sky”: Tiffany Troy Interviews Mai Der Vang

    “The Sky Never Left the Sky”: Tiffany Troy Interviews Mai Der Vang

    Mai Der Vang is the author of Yellow Rain (Graywolf Press, 2021), and Afterland (Graywolf Press, 2017), winner of the 2016 Walt Whitman Award of the Academy of American Poets, longlisted for the 2017 National Book Award in Poetry, and a finalist for the 2018 Kate Tufts Discovery Award. The recipient of a Lannan Literary…

  • Two Poems for Haunted Passages by Annah Browning

    Two Poems for Haunted Passages by Annah Browning

    On Reading the Unsolved Mysteries I no longer want to see the world. I want to hold  a bouquet of aliens in my hand like violets and stare into their black eyes. I want to get dizzy  falling in love with the probe. I want to be the compass  that swings and swings, never resting anywhere.  There is no grove I am setting my eyes toward, no monolith I believe. Stones stand under stars because that  is…