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    • Your poems are very creepy, but this is my favorite of them. You do horror very well.
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    • This one grabbed my attention from the get go. Very captivating. It is in the tradition of Poe's ...
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Archive for November, 2010

Ingrid Pitt, doyenne of Hammer horror films, dies

(AP) LONDON (AP) — Ingrid Pitt, who survived a Nazi concentration camp and dodged Communist police to become one of Britain’s best-known horror stars, died Tuesday, her daughter said. She was 73. Steffanie Pitt said her mother collapsed while on her way to a birthday dinner due to be held in her honor over the [...]

24Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

Across the Hall

By Troy Massie When I first met Nick Willow, my neighbor from across the hall, I thought he was a little odd, but also a very nice guy. He always had a large smile on his pudgy face; one that gave many the creeps. He would talk about comic books and recent movies a good [...]

24Nov2010 | | 1 comment | Continued

Sunset at Mallory Square

By Dr. Mel Waldman In ancient times, I watched the sunset at Mallory Square in Key West. While I gazed at the exquisite, surreal dreamscape that engulfed me, I felt the heat of the glorious sun, my spirit moved by its majestic beauty. But its red sunset drove me mad too. Couldn’t bear the pain [...]

24Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

ANTEDILUVIAN MAN

By Dr. Mel Waldman Antediluvian man, buried in my subterranean brain, you speak to me in my sleep, softly, whispering, murmuring words of revelation and I listen to you; I let you into the secret caverns of my psyche, scattered throughout my mind, some closer to the surface, almost touching consciousness, brushing across the brain [...]

22Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

DANCING AROUND THE CIRCLE OF CREATION AT THE BEGINNING OF SPACE & TIME

By Dr. Mel Waldman I’m dancing around the Circle of Creation at the beginning of Space & Time, dancing and swirling and whirling and dancing around the sacred circle. Yet I do not exist. A billion years will pass or perhaps, a trillion or more, before my distant ancestors are born and even then, I [...]

22Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

SCORPIO

By Dr. Mel Waldman Born under the 8th sign of the zodiac, I am Scorpio. After midnight, when I sleep, a scorpion crawls across my dreamscape. I follow it into the black hole of my psyche. Sucked into dark space, I sail into the Void. I vanish. No one searches for me. No one realizes [...]

22Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

THE LADY’S A CHAMELEON

By Dr. Mel Waldman The Lady’s a chameleon with golden or jet black hair and blue or dark brown eyes. Her beauty is devastating and breathtaking, for she is drop-dead gorgeous with her young silky skin. Yet sometimes she is an Old Lady who staggers toward you in a shiny metal walker, or with a [...]

22Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

I CAN’T LET GO

By Dr. Mel Waldman I can’t let go. I try. But the guilt sticks to my skin, and that which escapes slithers into my brain. I can’t let go. Letting go might drive me insane, and madder than Mt. Vesuvius when it destroyed Pompeii, I would walk the earth without the familiar pain, empty and [...]

22Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Last

By Taylor Hagood The room was flooded with it—whatever that rancid nondescript nonmatter was. They held us, the few remaining ones. The room was a dim yellow. Lit by torches. The electricity had been out for months. Our shadows flickered over the walls, and rats scurried in scratching scuffles in and out of those shadows. [...]

20Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

CUL-DE-SAC

By Dr. Mel Waldman Detective Charles Ross, a rotund middle-aged man, went off duty at 11:30 P.M. He drove to Coney Island to get franks and fries at Nathan’s. He devoured them. At 11:50 P.M., he heard about a robbery on his police radio. He headed north to Mermaid Avenue and then west on Mermaid. [...]

19Nov2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

And Behind the Glass A Desert

By M.R. Chandler Uncorking the wine bottle, he poured. He walked over to where she sat on the sofa and handed her one of the glasses. She held it by the stem using three fingers. Nervous, he said to himself. Standing there, M. Haught observed her, her hair the color of milked down coffee, her [...]

1Nov2010 | | 1 comment | Continued