Category: Haunted Passages
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Mike Corrao: “MANCER,” a new short story for Haunted Passages
The subject denotes themself as a collection of individual objects. Each organ and limb and vein its own sentient mass. And as such, the body becomes insufficient. Its whole not whole enough. More matter must be accumulated. The subject enters new yet under-materialized spaces. They observe the geomantic qualities of this environment and then, when…
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New Fiction for Haunted Passages: “The Rose Salesman” by Daniel Beauregard
A man makes a living any way he can, sometimes even by selling roses by the side of the road; who are we to judge what merit such work has or make statements for or against it? Is it not work, and work, no matter what one does, is a thing to be cherished by…
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“Encampeth,” a novel excerpt for Haunted Passages by Pam Jones
Once, when ET was a kid, a stranger came into the house. It was not a break-in; how could it be, if the fellow had come up the walk and through the door as though by invitation? Her mother was at home, but in the backyard. ET had been the one to greet him, as…
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“A Night, Like Any Other, or Ooh, That Smell,” an excerpt from Gristle, weird tales by Jordan A. Rothacker
Gristle is alchemical theatre, a collection of weird tales, twelve fingers on the steering wheel, with D.H. Lawrence and Sylvia Plath asleep across the back seat, Chekov shivering on the hard shoulder… Gristle is a post-beat riddle, a comedy, a nightmare … Gristle is Salinger descending from his eyrie with a bottle of Thunderbird. Jordan…
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“Mud Witch,” an incantation for Haunted Passages by Michael Sikkema
this pit’s everything a mouth of sky Mud Witch dreams me in her teeth it all vibrates wrong when the pain stops this pit’s everything gathers worms moles beetles so I don’t starve I cup mud it all started with the sinkholes we lost the whole golf course Mud Witch grabs the rope over my…
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“Suite Polonaise,” a generational serial killer enquiry by Carrie Laben
Part 1: Cecelia As a child I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t love my grandmother. Everyone else loved their grandparents. But Cecelia Laben (or Labenski) (nee Trybusckewicz) confused me. She alarmed me. At least once, she kind of technically kidnapped me. And then there was the fact that she lied.…
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Our Pool Party Bus Forever Days, short stories by David James Keaton, reviewed by Jason Teal
Never mind that his introduction of best car chase cinema (“Gasoline Dreams”) is worth the price of admission, David James Keaton is a bizarrely prolific writer who gets slept on beyond our genre congregation, and this is the world’s biggest shame. I’m here to expose the wrongdoings of we vapid readers, and to provide recognition…
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“The Devil in the Details”: History and Myth in Lee Klein’s JRZDVLZ, a review by Jesi Buell
“Whoever languishes in thoughtful reenactmentof the past falls prey to cruel beasts.” —Lee Klein In his latest novel, Lee Klein introduces the Jersey Devil (JeRZey DeViLZ) as a sympathetic beast living across hundreds of years in the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey. The novel blends archival fact with longstanding myths, which serves to both amplify…
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“Cults, Monsters, and Strange Rites” for Haunted Passages: On The Void and the Cosmic by Sean Oscar
Previously, I discussed a film described by some as ‘Lovecraftian’. I rejected this designation, observing that ‘for a text to be truly Lovecraftian, it requires more than cults and monsters and strange religious practices—it requires existential dread’. Here, I shall discuss a film that does meet this designation, and I shall explain why. But, further…
Heavy Feather Review 