By Hillary Lyon Tell Me a Story, She Said, Make it a mystery. So I concocted a tale,a cocktail concerninga private plane, a stowaway,a debris field. A secret affair, a radical manifesto,a tiny rhythmic beeping.Red numbers tumbling downlike crisp autumn leaves. A smug politico, a movie mogul,a sex slave.I was not a slave, she corrected.IContinue reading “Tell Me a Story”
Category Archives: Poetry
Jane Doe #13
By Don Thompson Not every killer is all in.Some drop the bloody weaponand run (not far)without stopping to wipe off fingerprints,as if wanting to be caught. Some sit down and wait for the cops. Some saran wrap their victimsand freeze them—clingers who discard nothing.Or want time to decidewhere to expose the meatand let it thaw.Continue reading “Jane Doe #13”
Jazalyn Poetic Novels
By Jazalyn “Jazalyn attracts all cultures and traditions with an audience from all walks and stages of life as a consequence of the universal atmosphere that encircles her themes. Her innovative and versatile writing style stemming from abstraction and absurdness captivates mystery and suspense with words swimming in surrealism and magical realism. Her imaginative andContinue reading “Jazalyn Poetic Novels”
Polish Day Parade
By Jerome Berglund Poet’s Note: TRIGGER WARNING: These selections comprise part of a cycle of pieces examining the life and crimes of serial killer John Wayne Gacy in 33 different poetic forms, and invariably include some graphic and disturbing content. English Ode “The trick is, you need the key.” – John Wayne Gacy Polish DayContinue reading “Polish Day Parade”
By The Slab
By Jerome Berglund Poet Note: TRIGGER WARNING: These selections comprise part of a cycle of piecesexamining the life and crimes of serial killer John WayneGacy in 33 different poetic forms, and invariably includesome graphic and disturbing content. Alexandrine, Inter-hemistich: By the Slab The still boy looks lonely, too lacks one and only;Lying there so pronely,Continue reading “By The Slab”
Inner City Blue
By John E. Marks The old pub on the corner lost beneath a motorway junction;Stands in a similitude of snow now. Its windows are gone the wayOf the church spire from whence the müezzin calls a different faithful to prayer.The bronze statue of an eminent Victorian child abuserGlowers over what was once his property, his factory, hisContinue reading “Inner City Blue”
Christmas Roses
By John E. Marks You can interrogate roses all you likeBut do not lie. The rain waters you too.In this human garden it is you who is the flower. Roses at the graveside:Blood red petals grown from the groundAn abyss of petals? Fervent and well paid scholarsArgue, when babies cry,That’s one in eye for scholarsContinue reading “Christmas Roses”
They Killed My Little Brother
By KeKeDreams My friend my brother I miss you dearly This one hit more than deep bro Dam bro I was just with you I lost my brother to murder crime Left his blood, family beyond hurt We all crying Said he was called for somebody else’s beef They wrong, they have to leave youContinue reading “They Killed My Little Brother”
Murder In Poetry
By Jennifer Jennings Daves They found her thereFloating among the reedsA curious smile spread across her faceAs though she had justLooked into the eyes of her loverDeath had not stolen the light of her eyesShe still retained a mischievous lookA glowing glintingOf knowing somethingNo one else didYou could almost hear the bubbly laughAs though theContinue reading “Murder In Poetry”
Two Bullets
By Bogdan Dragos she came out of the bathroom withthe pink towel wrappedaround her and foundhim sprawled on the bed very thoughtful He held in his right handtwo bulletsthat he constantly rubbed against eachother with a kindof obsession She jokingly said, “So, one for meand one for you?” “No,” he said. “One for everyone elseContinue reading “Two Bullets”