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)
My parents passed away last year, and my family and I are getting things cleaned up to sell their home. There have been lots of creepy surprises along the way. The jack-o-lantern door mat and classic horror movie DVD's were warm reminders of my dad and his love of spooky stuff. The bags of bones were probably from … Continue reading The Haunted Shed – 24 Days Until Halloween
Horse by Victoria Nations Smooth planes of muscle and bone grown over with layers of detritus, lichen and grime caught in the corners spreading until they touch one another crusting the surface beneath which lies smooth planes of muscle and bone and skin shiny with sweat wetting the living things who drink and cover the … Continue reading Horse – A Poem Poised To Run
FRANKENERIN by Victoria Nations The girl smiled at me from the wall, and even before I saw that her mouth was stitched closed, she was in my arms. She was doll-like, with a sweet, open smile and black button eyes. A burgundy bouffant made her skin seem all the more pale. Her scars were barely … Continue reading Frankenerin
ABANDONED HOUSE by Victoria Nations Abandoned house with Sun bleached board face Drooping and gapped from Years and years of rain and heat Crinkled so it Cracks, so its Filmed windows tilt Up at the corners Gabled window Turned up and Still cute after all these years Mostly centered over the Black double doors Falling … Continue reading Abandoned House – A Love Poem
Sometimes stories lurk behind things. I went to a festival the other night, and we cut through a side street of old storefronts with dusty windows. There was raw red brick and arched doorways with iron gates. There were lights from the parade just a block over, but the side street was almost too dark to photograph. The street was inviting, stopping me … Continue reading Ghost Stories Lurking in Doorways
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