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Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Shhhhh …

10.30.09 Posted in Contributor Series 2, today's words by

Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits Shhhhh … By Joan McNerney there is a witch living on the corner where the four roads meet. Her eye is evil, her nose crooked. She lays down the tarot pattern with wrinkled hands. Asks “do you wish tea of wormwood or henbane?” She will enchant your mind now […]


Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Who Kissed My Neck?

10.29.09 Posted in Contributor Series 2, today's words by

Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits Who Kissed My Neck? By Gianluca D’Elia I feel your presence As it is part of my essence Though I see no reflection I sense your pale complexion And piercing eyes so red Now tell me the secrets You’ve kept for centuries Vampire in the light beams Why do […]


Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Trick or Treat, A Cinquain

10.28.09 Posted in Contributor Series 2, today's words by

Contributor Series 2: Candy and SpiritsTrick or Treat, A CinquainBy Mark Gooch Ghostlymoans and laughtershadows silently glidecostume-clad boys and girls, eyes widesweet treats Mark Gooch’s poetry (When I Drowned) has appeared at vox poetica in 2009.


Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Trick or Treat With Pets (How My Dog Sees Hallowe’en)

10.27.09 Posted in Contributor Series 2, today's words by

Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits Trick or Treat With Pets (How My Dog Sees Hallowe’en) By Ken Karrer I just saw Rover from down the street beg for something good to eat (embarrassing really, but) nothing new about that, except he did it in a hat right beside that old Manx cat named Mephistopheles. […]


Contributor Series 2: Candy and Spirits, Table Mountain, Cape Town

10.26.09 Posted in Contributor Series 2, today's words by

(Image courtesy of Seanna Breen)Contributor Series 2: Candy and SpiritsTable Mountain, Cape TownBy John Lavan Your uphill path isn’t haunted–evenbaseball caps on hikers comfort you until an unusualness when something warm and bonygets on my back, reaches and squeezesmy frightened wrist untilI let go,alarmed, of my chocolatebar and the skeleton creature whoops andsprings baboonto the […]