Category: Haunted Passages

New Haunted Passages Poem: “The Bedroom Endures an Owl” by Ginna Luck

All the walls are being eaten by something. All the booksdie before we do. The framed photos fill our throats.Each corner slows out vowels like flat stones.The door reflects an owl. A pigeon sobs a shovel.A creature’s tiny legs rip like flint. An object under the bedsnaps like a deer ankle.An object crushed in the…
Prose Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Just Nothing” by Ivan de Monbrison

It is necessary to turn the other way the way time goes like in a clock but by going backwards the hands of the clock go backwards as well your eyes have been gouged out from your face from your face which is made only of skin there is skin your own skin over your…
Haunted Passages New Fiction: “Originality” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg

I finish my story; I’m very proud of it, but I’m sure there are some loose parts that need tightening, or my ending could be less metafictional, so I bring it to workshop to get that little bit of feedback it needs. But instead of telling me how brilliant my characterizations happen to be, Kate…
Poetry for Haunted Passages: “The Deer Girls” by Janet McAdams

The sisters wear white doeskin dresses and moccasins quilled and beaded, not by their own hands, but by old ladies with fingers toughened by a hundred punctures. They’ll dance through the soles in a single night. This tale has need of a clever young man to find the valley where the twelve sisters go every…
Collaborative Short Story for Haunted Passages: “Window Well” by Abby Feden & Allie Spikes

There’s a frog ribbitting super diligently outside the basement window. The window looks out into a chicken wire well. Sometimes, after a real wet spell, Maddy will invite us all over to gather at the window and peek out at whatever unlucky thing is stuck at the bottom of the hole. Mostly we see spiders…
A Surreal Prose Poem for Haunted Passages: “Split” by Sayantani Roy

I never get used to this city being stretched and stretched like elastic. New constructions every day. Streets that were open and wide, now like canyons. The sun glinting off and dying on boxy buildings. Everything looks the same. America the bland. Every day I leave my box and return to it. The only green…
A Haunted Passages Short Story by Rick White: “Memo from the Beyond”

To: Rickety White (that’s a stupid name) From: Afterlife communications dept. Re: ghost of dead father Dictated but not read. Well now, not long to go until the littlun arrives. You must be very excited. One thing that’s probably worth mentioning—don’t be surprised if you start seeing your dead dad from time to time. You…
Three Original Poems by Lauren Ireland for Haunted Passages

Serotonin Mountain They will call you bravebut what they mean is scary.Falling down the mountainis so much harder than clawing up.Summiting is not a verb I recognize.You must not change your life.When you change your lifeyou ruin someone else’s.You are a rockslide of terror.One look backward andthey will be where you are. I am a…
Haunted Passages Poetry: “Disrupted” by Ansley Clark

That is not a windowbut a circle cut in concrete the desire to consume smoldering like an expensive holidaywhat I have been for a long time becomes real as I walk through glass and metal landscapes the taste of badness in my throat several bags filled with receipts to avoid the building’s shadows which…