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.
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
Doll Of Found Objects by Victoria Nations Doll of found objects Fabric from her dress, a tooth The last stitch pulled tight (visit Wolf's Museum of Mystery to see this lovely doll in person)
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
My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You by Victoria Nations I will climb and tear and rip it all apart with my teeth, until the way is cleared before me. I will lay waste to the kingdom I’ve invaded. I will eat until I am gorged, until I am satisfied. … Continue reading My Hunger Will Consume All That Is Here And Will Free You – A Poem of Celebration
Victoria Nations 