By Gabriel Alencar The Demon of the Deep Abyss couldn’t stand it anymore: “Heck, it’s always the same crap”, he said, throwing his tentacles in the air. “I’m so done with the pentagrams, salt and candles, heck, with rituals at three in the morning. THREE in the morning! For God’s sake! “The last one called … Continue reading Otherness
Hungry Eyes
By Katie McCall Electricity cables stretch across the belly of the valley like old skin, crackling and hissing above our heads in the fading daylight. From up high, the last of the spring thaw drips down. You are here again on my part of the hillside, watching the sun drop behind the jagged peaks as … Continue reading Hungry Eyes
Salt and Iron
By Adelaide Miller The beach is cold. Sand beats at your clothes in the breeze. Cloud cover washes the world in duller hues. Not even the sun peers out from behind the fog. In the distance, the lighthouse teeters on the edge of a rocky plunge. You wonder how it doesn’t falter. What it would … Continue reading Salt and Iron
Don’t Feed the Ghosts
By Bryan Thomas Woods In the parking lot of the Saint Labre Cemetery, Officer Carter stood underneath the only working streetlight. He scribbled into a notepad as the pages flailed in the winter winds. “Can I see some ID?” Officer Carter asked. He shined his flashlight on a man sitting in the darkness. “Don’t have … Continue reading Don’t Feed the Ghosts
Zero Crew
By Hannah Morehead My eyes were sore when I squeezed out of my rack. Sharp pains shot up my legs as my ankles banged on the rungs attached to the rack below mine. The bunkroom was quiet aside from my rustling, the fan in the center dinging every other second and the occasional snore from … Continue reading Zero Crew
Voodoo
By Cheryl J. Brown The heat of the night gives birth to manifestation; Candle work is slick with sweat and determination. Anointed oil is prepared for the moon. Herbs have been gathered, separated, and will be used soon. Hooded figures dance in anticipation. As intentions are read from their book of Revelation. By the blood … Continue reading Voodoo
The Swimmers of Cape Fourwind
By Anna Treffer It wasn’t swimming weather. Thick clouds, like stained pumice, thrust the day into premature twilight. The strengthening wind hinted at a storm, throwing salty spray onto the car that pulled up across from Cape Fourwinds. As the engine cut off the pair inside made no move to get out. More salt threw … Continue reading The Swimmers of Cape Fourwind
Only Red Poems and The Desert
By Jean Edmunds Only Red© I can’t see anything in front of me, Only red. The rain clouds, the storms Cannot hide or undertake The dread I feel. In and out it passes, When it remains No other color I see instead, Only red. The clouds move in Over the tide As it rises and … Continue reading Only Red Poems and The Desert
The Hadley House
By C.J. Spulak The brown, bare trees swayed slowly in the October wind. In the waning afternoon sunlight, Jessa Fromm squinted through the spots of caked dust and bug guts on the dirty window and gazed out on a yard full of dying weeds and yellowing grass. She sprayed some Windex on the dirty glass … Continue reading The Hadley House
End of the Line
By Mario Marcinko Originally published in CafeLit Magazine Following yet another failed night of forced unrest, I leave the comforts of my sheets, ready or not to face the day. The greyness of life begins its attack on my sensations before I open the window upon skies curtained with leaden clouds and streaked streams of … Continue reading End of the Line
Academy of the Heart And Mind 