Category: Haunted Passages

“where we sharpen ourselves on the scoliotic spine of Death’s scythe”: A Haunted Passages Poem by Panika M. C. Dillon

we hide in the belly of a beast who would burn Troy & hollow out a home in the rubble of Rome. Zaporizhzhia: a power station, a cage of swords paved in prayer cards you sent by the truckload. we’re bound for hell with gongs tied to our galoshes. not you though. you can keep…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “A Gentle Creature” by Madeline Vosch

I lie awake at night. Around me, in all directions, a few feet away, there are other bodies. The walls between us are thin. Other bodies lying down, wrapped in blankets, asleep. Other bodies next to other bodies, sharing the same bed. I can almost hear them, the way they turn, how their breath shifts…
Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Doxology (Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen)” by Amanda Roth

My ghosts and I have it backwards—I do all the haunting and they want to be left alone. Can’t I have what I’ve been promised? Amen and amen and so forth? I just wanted the hem of your robe. If not, closure. My nerves never tangled into the sound of your voice. I could stay…
Original Haunted Passages Short Story: “Come Out” by Andrew Plimpton

In the hallway of the gym at our school, far past the changing rooms and the water fountain, there was a room where the door was always locked. You could, however, always see inside. There was a window in the door, a window the janitors kept very clean. In this room, there was nothing but…
Haunted Passages: Two Poems by John Bradley

Premonition That a Head Will Take the Shape of a Spellbound Bird When a spell enters the mouth, three strands of sea-greensilk go flying over the ocean. It could be noted they smell like a pickle left on a plate before a blindfolded surgeon. Thrumming and humming, the silk strands melt abovethe White Sands Desert.…
Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Avalon” by Sarah Goodman

It was nothing new, really. A parking lot. A minor indignity. The driver rolled his window down and a man of some sinister age breathed out into the cold. Something about him was spiritually misshapen. He gaped at me with eyes so wide you could see the white all around his irises; like a cartoon…
Howie Good: Four Prose Poems for Haunted Passages

Joseph K. One evening he stopped on the sidewalk in front of the lighted display window of a little bookshop, his attention caught by the cover of a parody edition of the Kama Sutra called Kama Suture. If only he had the nerve to invest, there was a fortune to be made in ladies undergarments.…
New Haunted Passages Poem by Rachel Mallalieu: “If My Son Had Stayed Dead”

If my son had stayed dead,I would not have written the poemwhere my husband wailed my nameand I ran outside, to find him holding our baby whose skin was as blueas his eyes, as blue as the sky, as blue asthe shirt he wore that day. The poemwhere I grabbed my son and laid him…
Dan Alter: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

[When didn’t I know] When didn’t I know about the ashes, the attack dogs. We breathed itin & out like gray moths beating on smudged glass. Numberscheaply inked in the butcher’s arm who sliced kosher beeffor my father. The war ended, grass grew back over pits outside Kiev. Marcu walked toward Harry with his arms…