Category: Haunted Passages

Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Jenny Grassl

Woman’s Mappa Mundi—The Promontory Imprint a bubbling gone rogue my song summons hounds of heaven there are no sailors to risk sirens sea pig rides the waves my lap subsumes blood chambers of the deep fins of all the fathersa dead man’s float cracked and crashed by a shopping cart ship mast skews vertebrae in…
Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “No Smiling” by Salvatore Difalco

The room was spartan, of tan and ochre tones, with a medium in white linen seated at a table composed of yellow beeswax. My eyes widened at the sight of a crystal ball placed before her glittering like a small galaxy. It looked like the real thing. A strong smell of cinnamon filled my nostrils.…
New Haunted Passages Fiction: “My Loyalty” by Daniel David Froid

After she died I heard her voice. At first I did not know the voice was hers, detecting only a murmur in another room. In my kitchen I stood at the sink, scrubbing a pan crusted over with the remnants of a meal I’d spent hours preparing. The casserole had turned out poorly, my effort…
Haunted Passages Flash Fiction: “That Year in the Valley” by Andrew Bertaina

I hated everything that year we lived in the valley. The small house with moss-covered shingles, the way the mice scurried beneath the floorboards at night, and the way the rain fell in sheets every time we put clothes on the line, such that my memories always include damp jeans. Mornings, I’d wake to the…
Haunted Passages Nonfiction: “Ghost Beach” by Asha Dore

Every Friday after Grief Group, Jen took me on blind dates. The first two dates had been a boring bust, watching dudes light up bowls of bad weed in their parents’ basement. “Sophomores are so immature,” Jen said, passing me a joint. I sat in the passenger seat of her ancient 4Runner, parked in front…
Sandra Marchetti: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

Lake at Dusk for GMH He said it shonelike shook foil.It was that butadd gas rainingthen light a match,or plug it in.It was as if youthrew live coilsbeneath, a sparkingroil the kayakssliced throughto reach the draping shore. Crustacean Like pinball flippers or the barin a coin pusher game, redlegs scuttle to the rock’s edgewhere my…
Haunted Passages: “Transistor Radio,” an irreal autofiction by Peter Cherches

I found an old transistor radio on the street. It looked like the kinds I had when I was a kid. A transistor radio became an essential kid accessory when Beatlemania hit. One Saturday night back then I was going through the stations and I heard this guy doing a kind of stand-up act at…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “found this today” by Erin Lyndal Martin & Pris Sears

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“Strings Astray:” A Poem for Haunted Passages by Lindsay Donovan

You pitter on your bike across the boulevard, past the litter, the small dog jackets,and tour bus flyers. You bought your bike for LA cheap, it brakes properly and night signalsbut its not doing too hot. Too hot out in Venice, you pull up to the driveway, quiet, as you tryto choke down filmy, office…