Eclipse by Vince Gotera

Eclipse Vince Gotera dread Bakunawa dragon breaches from ocean swallows bright full moon   This haiku is based on Philippine mythology. The bakunawa is a sea dragon that hankered to eat the seven moons that were in our ancient sky. He ate six of…

Cthulhu by Vince Gotera

Cthulhu Vince Gotera tender tentacles touch us from eldritch space cold Messiah’s green love

Frankenstein by Vince Gotera

Frankenstein (1931) Vince Gotera Boris Karloff’s hands tremble like soft wings lovebirds in air sweet music

Aubade by Vince Gotera

Aubade Vince Gotera                   —a terza rima haiku sonnet Steve grinned, waking up to see Stephanie’s cute face, freckled, soft pink lips parted slightly, lace lingerie showing pale throat. Spring morning sun’s rays streaming in to…

If But They Could by Frank Coffman

If But They Could (a Cynaraelle Sonnet*—invented form) Frank Coffman The full moon glides above the horror forest glade. Stark, gnarled, and dark, the trees’ bare branches creak. The hunter, listening, knows a werewolf has been made— And, somewhere in those trees, the sometimes-man…

Black Demon Shark by Richard Stevenson

Black Demon Shark Richard Stevenson Melanized great white shark or sixty-foot megalodon spied just off the coast of the Baja, California, peninsula? Who knows? He’s got a huge threshing tail though and concentric rows of nasty teeth. Not the sort of denizen you wanna…

Skinwalker Ranch by Richard Stevenson

Skinwalker Ranch Richard Stevenson Skinwalker Ranch ain’t on no maps – at least the parts yer interested in: the hellmouth portals, astral wormholes. After you’ve been there though, you’ll know: the solution to the sasquatch/dogman quandary ain’t all material. Hey, don’t soil yer laundry….

A Siren for the Modern Times by Armand J. Azamar

A Siren for the Modern Times Armand J. Azamar Hearing her song again Appears near hopeless. After the shipwreck, Her voice, I still struggle to defend. My hospital bed A depression I discovered for myself. The longing only spreads; wider and deeper. A deep…

Bubonic by John C. Mannone

Bubonic: It was much too wet John C. Mannone When glaciers melt, the Arctic sea will rise, push south, edging the warm currents. Cirrus-clouded air will follow the new jet stream. Rain will fall in torrential heat unto land that had only known ice…

The Photograph by John C. Mannone

The Photograph John C. Mannone The fireplace embers a warmth into the room, coals glow dull red, cold air lifts its bitter edge. I see you on our favorite sofa, the one with paisley cones, feathered cushions. You in silk, provocative, sheer lavender clinging…

Night Train by John C. Mannone

Night Train John c. Mannone Clouds paled yellow—a lutescence of insect wings— before the swarm of wind shook the sky. The weather radio crackled, hissed its tornado warning while sunlight waned behind the thickening darkness. Only a moment ago, the quiet Midwest air didn’t…

The Unexplained by Denny E. Marshall

The Unexplained Denny E. Marshall Whispers of lore and legends Crept upon the sill Shadows pretend to sleep Synchronize to keep still Movement like a phantom Race unseen across the hill Swirling clouds of unknown Pools of mysteries fill Sentinels of all secrets Keys…

recognition error by Herb Kauderer

recognition error Herb Kauderer cave explorers wade strange dark puddles not seeing monster drool

zombie existence by Herb Kauderer

zombie existence Herb Kauderer embedded in flesh hologram verifies self pays all bills monthly presents illusion of life long after the heart has stopped

bug in the system by Herb Kauderer

bug in the system Herb Kauderer   driverless car moves partiers to unscheduled & barren destination with no chance of return or recovery

Advent by Lyn McConchie

AdventLyn McConchieSpring comes,daffodills bloom sweet,deep within the graveyard –quietly, other things begin to stir.

Pharaoh’s Eye by John C. Mannone

Pharaoh’s Eye John C. MannoneSacrilege. Intrusion into Egyptian chambers, looting the relics: rubies, emeralds, gold scepters, the king’s sarcophagus.           No one’s watching but the scarabs that scurry down the stone maze of passageways now choking with sand falling as rain. Darkness closes in, muffles…

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a Fish by John C. Mannone

You Always Said You Could Swim Like a FishJohn C. MannoneYou, in that black cocktail dress,red heels stiletto-ing floor. Legs,sinuous in the ballroom. We embrace,       my hands on the arch of your back.Outside, salt water sings. Beckons.Caribbean air mists its magic over us.Let us…

In Wicked Hollows, On Darkling Plains by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans

In Wicked Hollows,           On Darkling PlainsDavid C. Kopaska-MerkelKendall EvansIn the distance: black birds fly swiftlyskimming whitecaps in warm duskhurrying to roost.  I sip Kona on my wooden dock,the wife inside, a good book at hand.My hand no longer trembles, see?Nothing can touch me…