advising caution as tales unfold ghostly selfies to behold pale moon shines eerie light as pallid figures stalk the night shushed echos the forest breathes legends dwell in gnarly trees amidst the chaos we must meet but keep your distance at six feet world's tired of hapless charades masked facades and masquerades best be prepared … Continue reading Happy Halloween – Eugenia
Halloween
Masquerade, By Donna Matthews
Masquerade is #18 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
**Fair warning this is is a Halloween post. It’s definitely not like my other peaceful nature posts.** Grasping hands in the dark, Broken nails scrape across rough metal. Screams abound in this darkest of places, As we howl for our freedom. Seared by sun and slick with sweat, Our bodies writhe in this pitch of … Continue reading Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson
Throwback Friday- Halloween by Liyona
characteristics bombastic sentient beings float away through the noticed spooks of the seasons cheer Happy Halloween This piece was written 5 years ago! Time seems to fly but my love for Halloween has not faded 🙂 I hope you enjoy this throwback. Photo by Ehud Neuhaus on Unsplash . Liyona is an “average joe” kind … Continue reading Throwback Friday- Halloween by Liyona
Tanka: The Last Touch
the last to touch you bone-tired undertakers desperate for sleep returning you to the earth cold, dusty dirt your comfort Author’s Notes: Hey y'all, thanks for visiting the Go Dog Go Cafe and I hope you enjoyed reading today's selection. I am Donna Matthews, a born and bred Texan who can usually be found writing, … Continue reading Tanka: The Last Touch
Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Sing out oh blades of jet and glass so hewn, The bell tolls our final doom. With symbols drawn and lines thus curved, The Beast is called for mortal men unnerved. Our darkness binds as goodness falls, Inner gates crumble beneath foul witch's gall. Bells upon the water scream, Voices call within the deep. Rush … Continue reading Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Haibun: Monstress
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. His voice is raspy and weak as he pulls me in close. “My darling girl. My beautiful, darling girl. Why?” Rebellious tears roll down my cheeks. I want to be strong and stoic but I’m not. The wooden stake protruding from his … Continue reading Haibun: Monstress
Beloved by Liyona
You were my sunshine and my rain I loved each and every petal and laugh Then the world tore us apart shredded my bare hands Can I be forgiven? Beloved Who gave me your heart Who rested in my arms I see you in the trees I see you in the stars There you are … Continue reading Beloved by Liyona
Monster by Liyona
light flickers from the dirty dusty work bench as a man hovers, hunched over a large black mass he turns and I see his yellow stained lips and red viened eyes "Igor, is that you?" the snarl of my name on his twisted lips it hurts "Master" I call softly like the white petaled rose … Continue reading Monster by Liyona
Flash Fiction: Little Stranger
I’d wanted a baby for so long and I couldn’t believe we were finally here. Walking up the path, the tall winter grass brushes against my legs. The house, falling into despair with neglect looked haunted with her busted out windows and tall dark spires. I think I even spotted a gargoyle on the south … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Little Stranger
