There's a Hallowen circus in town. Behind the Gothic gates are wonders, and monsters, beyond comprehension. My poem, "An Empty Seat," is about a clown riding one of the rides, something you don't usually see.
It rainy and cool in Florida, this weekend before Halloween. The cypress needles are turning a rusty brown. Strange birds are calling in the swamp, traveling south away from places where Autumn is stripping the trees. It's the perfect time to read poetry that chills the blood and breaks your heart.
I'm delighted to share that my poem, "Bury Me Under Fallen Stars," will appear in the Autumnal Equinox issue of the literary magazine Magpie Messenger. The Magpie Messenger is published by Curious Corvid Publishing, a publisher specializing in Gothic works and dark poetry.
I'm honored my poem, "Reasons Why You Can't Go Out To Play Alone," will be part of the HWA Poetry Showcase, Volume IX alongside poets I've admired for years.
I'm thrilled to announce my poem, “Cleaning Out Her House, As If She’ll Ever Be Gone,” will be in the upcoming MOTHER: TALES OF LOVE AND TERROR from Weird Little Worlds.
Gothic Blue Book, Volume VI: A Krampus Carol is here from Burial Day Books! It is a celebration of folklore and myth around Christmas, Yule, the cold winter months and Santa Claus’ opposite, Krampus.
My poem, Kraken, is featured this month in the Beware! Dark Seas Author & Artist Showcase. Each year, Jolene Haley features dark stories and creations for the month of October. Come walk along the dark shore and meet the watery denizens that lurk there.
Red Bellied by Victoria Nations Red hair spilling down, nearly as bright as the red staining her belly
THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THE GROVES (II) by Victoria Nations There are ghosts in the groves picking oranges that fall through the net sacks and bounce onto the ground. The oranges are too bright to be anything but real. They look alive. The ghosts flit about, preoccupied by the work. They don’t notice the oranges … Continue reading THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THE GROVES (II)
The Little Man by Victoria Nations There's a little man crouching by the fence past the stop sign. He's bald and wearing a shapeless coat, and he reminds me of Uncle Fester, but he's grinning a little too wide. His teeth are very long. And he looks much too menacing to be an Addams. He’s … Continue reading The Little Man – 6 Days Until Halloween