Category: Haunted Passages

  • Haunted Passages: “The Gold-Eyed Plague,” a short story by Sophie Panzer

    Haunted Passages: “The Gold-Eyed Plague,” a short story by Sophie Panzer

    The girls arrived on a bad wind like blight and ate up our lives like locusts. Some of us believed they were a divine punishment for gay marriage and transgenders in bathrooms. Others blamed climate change (this happened in a swing state). Only a few of us realized they probably had something to do with…

  • Haunted Passages Poetry: “Registry” by Dane Slutzky

    Haunted Passages Poetry: “Registry” by Dane Slutzky

    We got married before the disasterand now, whenever something happens,a package shows up on the doorstep. When part of the continent crumbled awayinto the sea, the UPS guy drove byleaving three ceramic mixing bowls. When the trees all caught the root disease,passing it to each other through the fungiin the earth, we got a toaster.…

  • Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Scott Ferry

    Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Scott Ferry

    this is a poem about the fish on the dock whose mouth gasps a 0 as it tries to breatheand my son stares at it and jumps when it kicks against the wood and he makes his mouth into a 0then closes 0 then closes i say don’t touch it and i don’t say it…

  • “Call Me Kitty,” a new Haunted Passages short story by Kelly Gray

    “Call Me Kitty,” a new Haunted Passages short story by Kelly Gray

    I’m on my way to a party down the highway at one of the houses in town and I am feeling pretty good with three boys in the back of my car and my best friend riding shotgun. I have kissed two of the boys, but it is third boy that I really want to…

  • Short Fiction: “To Have Done with the Division of Moving Bodies” by John Madera

    Short Fiction: “To Have Done with the Division of Moving Bodies” by John Madera

    The day the killer killed the bitch, the town-they-called-a-city’s grayscale sky went cartoon blue. White sun crashing through, it made the spring that felt like fall feel like spring again, if only before it felt like fall again. A fall, though, where an American Robin’s breast could be confused for bronze, its song a string…

  • “A Duality, a Duet”: Reading Addie Tsai’s Unwieldy Creatures by Maxx Fidalgo

    “A Duality, a Duet”: Reading Addie Tsai’s Unwieldy Creatures by Maxx Fidalgo

    Described as a “genderbent, queer, biracial modern-retelling of Mary Shelley’s classic Frankenstein,” Addie Tsai delivers on all descriptors. Unwieldy Creatures follows Plum and Dr. Frank, two queer, nonbinary scientists who embark on their journey to play gods and create a human embryo without egg or sperm. In frame stories nestled into each other like Russian…

  • “The Painting and the Parrot,” a Haunted Passages flash by David Luntz

    “The Painting and the Parrot,” a Haunted Passages flash by David Luntz

    I wrote this story once about a guy who kills his best friend. Well, he wasn’t really his friend at the time. They used to be friends. I don’t want to give too much away in case the story gets published. But at the end of the story the guy’s staring at this painting his…

  • “Masks” for Haunted Passages: Short Story Excerpt from How to See Ghosts & Other Figments, a new collection by Orrin Grey

    “Masks” for Haunted Passages: Short Story Excerpt from How to See Ghosts & Other Figments, a new collection by Orrin Grey

    When it comes to short fiction, Orrin Grey is a magician, a practitioner of an arcane art inspired by the likes of Méliès, Welles, and Bradbury. Through literary legerdemain and stylistic sleight-of-hand, he takes the well-told weird tale into a realm of the supernatural, the uncanny, the theatrical, and, most importantly, the entertaining. And entertainment…

  • Three New Poems for Haunted Passages by Eva Heisler

    Three New Poems for Haunted Passages by Eva Heisler

    Call Off the Angels Flashy enough in appearance—and I assume this motivated the selection—the group is much older than advertised.One is wheezing into its elbowwith nasty spectral effects. Anotherstinks of drained aquariums.And who’s that junkyard angelwith the ankle bracelet.That angel is high. Every other wordis either “fuck” or “Christ.”Haloes clinkas they bump against one another—the…