Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
Windy night
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Outside the wind chimes
plead, usually placid
notes wrenching, piercing.
Category Archives: supernatural
House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Weed laced with PCP
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Strangers in a strange town
Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.
Insomnia bordering on insanity
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Contemplating midnight urban exploration
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
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