Category: Haunted Passages

  • Fiction for Haunted Passages: “A Plague of Grackles” by Adam Camiolo

    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

    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

    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

    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”

    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…

  • Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “Fate Cat” by Olufunmilayo Makinde

    Haunted Passages Short Fiction: “Fate Cat” by Olufunmilayo Makinde

    “Keep your hat on!” Ajoke’s mother yelled as she watched her daughter leave for school. “Yes ma!” Ajoke yelled back, pulling her cap tighter over her head by its brim as she ran out of the house and headed toward the bus outside. Ajoke was born with a cat on her head, just like her…

  • Two Poems for Haunted Passages: Disha Trivedi

    Two Poems for Haunted Passages: Disha Trivedi

    Poem in Place of a Needle My lover writes letters, sealedwith saliva, and I cut them open,put tongue on paper that delivershis tongue. Become old-world lovers.Grandmother, grandfather, weddedby ocean. Nineteen, already armedwith a lifetime’s distress. Some lovers have reason for hurting. Onebigger than childhoods of butterbrowned over. Once, I was goodat scaling trees in the…

  • Three Visual Poems by Carolyn Guinzio for Haunted Passages

    Three Visual Poems by Carolyn Guinzio for Haunted Passages

    Limb A Thousand Times We Hold Them Out Before Us Carolyn Guinzio’s eighth collection, Cameo Blue, is forthcoming in 2026 from Carnegie Mellon University Press. Earlier books include A Vertigo Book, winner of The Tenth Gate Prize and the Foreword Indies Award for Poetry Book of the Year, and Meanwhile in Arkansas (2025), winner of…

  • New Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Three Magi (Or Three Lost Men)” by Garrett Crowe

    New Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Three Magi (Or Three Lost Men)” by Garrett Crowe

    I. A bottle opener in the shape of a mystic—I purchased it at an antiquary that specialized in items made between the 50s and 70s. On a nail, the mystic hung upside down, legs crossed, praying with hands at his heart. It was molded in brass. I had to have it. It reminded me of…