MY MOTHER CARRIED BRIGHT COLORED candies with her everywhere. Usually Skittles or M&M’s. It didn’t strike me as odd … More
Tag: Haunted Passages
Fred Gerhard: Four Poems for Haunted Passages
Chill November On a chill November afternoon memory of color clings to sky like pitch dark twigs alive reaching … More
“Styrofoam”: A Haunted Passages Flash Essay by Sarah Robbins
“THIS IS YOU,” SHE SAYS, with a riiip to the Styrofoam cup. “When you start out, you are pure … More
“greetings from televillage”: A Poem for Haunted Passages by Ariel Clark-Semyck
I how the quiver of the camera makes it all seem so mine—my body flying over the bonnie green … More
Madeline Kinkel: “The Place Between Tongue and Teeth,” a Haunted Passages short story
AT NIGHT IT FILLS MY mouth, this unnamable, unmournable ghost. I don’t know who it is, but on calm … More
Noah Thornburgh on B.R. Yeager’s cosmic horror novel NEGATIVE SPACE
Negative Space, by B.R. Yeager. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Apocalypse Party, March 2020. 382 pages. $14.99, paper. Works of cosmic horror threaten … More
Two Poems by Sean Burke for Haunted Passages
The Moon Lays Down a No Trick Hand When father left office a rag of colts followed on their … More
Honor Vincent: “Boots,” a Haunted Passages short story
IT WAS, AS IT ALWAYS is, the cat who first noticed that the number of ghosts squeezing themselves into … More
Andrew Bertaina: “A Good Day’s Work,” a Haunted Passages short story
THE MAN THREADED HIS WAY down the long rows of bodies with an old wheelbarrow, careful as he rolled, … More
“Becoming Gods,” a flash fiction for Haunted Passages by Steve Gergley
OH, JESUS. JUST TRY TO relax. You’re okay. God. You’re okay, I’m right here with you, just like always. … More
Haunted Passages: “Thank You for Shopping with CouchCart,” a short story by Tara Campbell
Tara Campbell (taracampbell.com) is a writer, teacher, Kimbilio Fellow, and fiction editor at Barrelhouse. She received her MFA … More
“Inked,” a Haunted Passages short story by Kara Oakleaf
MY FIRST TATTOO APPEARS THE morning after Ian’s funeral. I wake up and press my hands into my eyes … More
