"A sad tale's best for winter. I have one/Of sprites and goblins," declares the young Mamillius in The Winter's Tale. For years in Victorian England, Christmastime was the season of ghostly tales, told against the warmth of the fire or by candlelight. Prior to electricity, winter was dark indeed, and seemed to promise sprites and … Continue reading ANNOUNCING: BLUE CHRISTMAS
ANNOUNCING: …LOVE
You’re asleep. You awake to the soft sound of bells, nearly inaudible but you hear them. You seek them and walk through the door. A projector turns on in an empty otherwise unlit room. ...LOVE shines a light. All is revealed: your relationship with God, your relationship with yourself, your desires, your weaknesses, your insecurities. … Continue reading ANNOUNCING: …LOVE
THE VERSE
In the spring, I swore off liquor, gaming, and Massachusetts and moved into a four-floor boarding house in the city. My early days in that heap were uneventful: twelve-hour shifts as a copywriter in the downtown Brooklyn grid, the haunted moon phases of online dating, wine rooftop-shared in holy defiance at the deep-night skyline, the … Continue reading THE VERSE
LIVING STONE
or, He do the police in different voices You know something, I remember you there. Yea really I do, I remember you. It was that night when Thom’s roommate got arrested, and wasn’t that when he and Allison had that big bust up in the morning. Yes no they’re fine now I think it’s all … Continue reading LIVING STONE
ANGEL SERIES
— Stephanie Yue Duhem is writing out of Austin, TX. She can be found online at www.sydpoetry.com.
IT’S ALWAYS NIGHT
In your imagination, it’s always night. The road unfolds underneath you. The secret dark interior space of the car. Driving is a warm hypnosis: no music, you just listen to the wheels turn. You could do this forever. You like how the thin electric lights of your dashboard glow in the dark like magic fire. … Continue reading IT’S ALWAYS NIGHT
“OUTSIDE” – “AFTER THE LAST MINUTE”
Outside You are the red leaf, the dry, dead red leaf:when it is gone into dust, you are gone.You are the shadow in the street, looking upto be let in; out there, angry, alone. You have no father, sister or brother.You took them away from yourself one day:The moon stood in the air beside the … Continue reading “OUTSIDE” – “AFTER THE LAST MINUTE”
THE REMAINS OF KASSIM CALLAGHAN
hello! the latest newspost is now live: http://www.followersofzeb.net/news/september-19 there’s lots of things for us to discuss, alongside the new remastered kassim album release im sure were all really excited for!! this fanbase has kept me going this past year and im so grateful to all of you for your contributions on the forums. theres a … Continue reading THE REMAINS OF KASSIM CALLAGHAN
MOLTING
1 At three in the morning, the phone beeped—my brother Darren. “I have work tomorrow,” I said. “It’s tomorrow now, little man.” He’d recently left prison and lived at a half-way house in Cambridge. It was the fifth call in four days. “You need money?” I said. A few seconds of wheezing. “Didn’t ask for … Continue reading MOLTING
“WHAT I AM”
This golden cross about my neck,This silver ring around my thumb.In shining metals I’m bedeckedUntil the days of flames here come. Of tarnished copper is my soul,Of poison lead I made my mind.These elements compose my whole,With every pro, a con is rhymed. If only I were but a treeAnd made of Boniface’s wood,I’d burn … Continue reading “WHAT I AM”
BIRD OF PREY
A melting pot of lust and overwhelming physical need brings me back to her door. The chipped paint from multiple visitors peeling along with the faded police tape. A plank of wood replacing the once frosted window. I can’t remember the last time I’d stopped by – nor the last time I left. It went … Continue reading BIRD OF PREY
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL 