Category: Haunted Passages

New Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “Sleepwalking Too Close to the Fire” by Danila Botha

I stood on the ship’s balcony, my head hanging over the railing, thick clusters of orange vomit merging with the darkening sea like Postmodern art. Agreeing to this was like stepping into a floating dream that mixed toxic positivity with aggressive self improvement through gurus and pickleball, astrology, and Pilates. I could hear the judgement…
James Pate: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

Messiah of Evil (1973) We sit in the sun and wait. We sleep. And we dream. Each of us dying slowly in the prison of our minds. —Arletty, Messiah of Evil I’ve often thought of the human head as a meat radio. And cat heads too. And those of small, quivering birds flying too close…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “Galaxy” by Diane Zinna

My mom once told me, “You’re not pretty—you know that, right?” When I asked her through stinging tears why she would say that, she said, “Well, you have a horse face.” I was twelve. She also taught me the names of all the constellations. On the nights my stepfather filled the house with liquor and…
Two Poems for Haunted Passages: Emma Galloway Stephens

The Devil Beats His Wife When the devil beats his wife,rain and sunshine fall together. Hell’s housewife knows her husband’s daysare few—the rain falls rain on sun on rain. The devil’s a mobster, a debt collector—his wife waxes hell’s nine floors, washes its sooty windows.It’s a house of slamming doors. But slowly she learns not…
Fiction for Haunted Passages: “A Plague of Grackles” by Adam Camiolo

It’ll happen slowly at first. He’ll come home a little early, make the turn onto their block, and he’ll see her, his wife, standing on the grass, barefoot, back turned towards the street, staring at the tree full of chirping birds. He may get out of his car, point to one and say, “honey, look…
Short Story for Haunted Passages: “I Cut Her Out of Me” by D. Avern

The panel buildings, painted in all the colors of the rainbow, stood impassively amidst the oak forest. They soared several hundred meters high, as if trying to reach the clouds with their rooftops, equipped with helicopter landing pads—clouds shimmering with every hue of a watercolor palette, diluted in warm water and poured into the clear…
Haunted Passages Poetry: Five Killings by Scott Ferry

2. the dermatologist looks over my skin to see if something dead has boiled up from under the surface a rusted car with intact remains or if something has been branded into my hide by ultraviolet by hate and cruelty dried blood on the map of man he burns off damage with ice before it…
New Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Shadow Wolf” by Martine Bellen

We follow the she-wolf across sky as she crosses overAnd those left on land howl and beamAt storm wolves that fall from the tallest trees:Redwood wolves, wind spirits, wolverines,And goats wearing wolf coats.How ambush devours. Shadow wolfSwallows reflection or illuminationIn darknessNo wolf no worldJust shades * Even as a child she believedIn her selves…
Haunted Passages Short Fiction by Tobias Carroll: “Crude Thing”

Matteo called it a crude thing. In the end that’s what stuck with me the most. A crude thing, a visitation, something unspeakable. The crude thing, and where it took us all. I was there and Erin was there when Matteo shared what had happened, the three of us sitting at an empty table in…