Category: Haunted Passages

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…
Haunted Passages Poem: “Tangerine Dream” by Michael Sikkema

Michael Sikkema is a poet. He has a book forthcoming from Trembling Pillow Press, a book forthcoming from Alien Buddha Press, and a chapbook of sound poems and collages fresh out from Low Frequency Press. He enjoys correspondence about owl communication, sound studies, and raising pleasantly feral children at Michael.Sikkema@gmail.com. Image: healthclubnu.nl
“Catalog of Nameless Girls,” a short story by Madeline Vosch for Haunted Passages

I have been sleeping with a married man for the past few months. I know, I know. But hear me out: I have been lonely. Joe is barely married. Separated. Almost divorced. When I met him, his wife had already moved out, already taken their daughter to a new house on the other side of…
“The Reasonable Liminality of Silent Hill 2“: Chris Kelso in Conversation with YouTuber Jacob Geller

As an educator, I can confirm my controversial belief (and with some certainty) that video games are the nascent form of cultural expression in the 21st century. It might be time for us all to emerge from Plato’s cave and accept that some of the traditions we know and love are dead or quietly dying.…
From Vol. 9: “Creature and the Once-a-Year-House,” a poem by Michael Sikkema

9 shotgun barrels are wrapped around a beech tree, hunting party nowhere in site, one truck engine still running, almost out of gas 7 deer walk backwards out of pines as their seams split to mist Creature figures tiny wolves inside their head leak black milk, sniffs out blood on a salt lick Coming home…
From Vol. 9: “A Miniature Tale of Motherhood,” a short story by Oliver Zarandi

My children are cruel and look like goblins. Every day they take something away from me and I don’t ask for anything in return. I asked them this morning, “What do you want for lunch?” “Your breasts,” they said. So they had them. They suckled my teats, one apiece, and sucked them dry. No more…
Haunted Passages Fiction: “A Haunted House” by Mark Lamoureux

I.The Master Bedroom Not the heart of the House, but its crimson mouth. The undone belt droops like a skein of slobber over the bloodred cilia of the shag carpet, the cracked-open geode of a bad lung. Faerie lights gestate in the Negroni-colored teardrops of sick lamps. Spread across a dark wood dresser are pen knives &…
Three Poems for Haunted Passages by Eli Dunham

DIDYOUKNOW i watch my body lie down on the floor next to me.i amnowhereat thedinner table yet you speak to me ami themovie? i amupside down driving my car, the world claustrop hobic &glimmer ing.who is the time today? i was born in yesterday.is myhead wrapped in cotton? did you knowi didn’tExist?you think it’sa badthing, through a glass wall…
“Widower,” a Haunted Passages Short Story by X. Luma

One spring afternoon, while Widower was gathering lettuce from the garden, his daughter Lew called out from her siblings nearby. “Dad, I’m tired of playing in the grass.” “Well?” “Couldn’t I play in the woods?” Widower eyed the woods. “You may. But take this head of lettuce.” “Lettuce?” “Lay the leaves as you go to…