—6660.222 Ghosts that haunt all the secondhand curiosities in antique stores and thrift shops: musty ghosts in the vintage dresses, moth-ghosts in the tailcoats, ghosts that haunt the cracked teacups,
the worn-soled boots, the rusted skeleton keys
JESSIE LYNN MCMAINS,
RUST BELT JESSIE’S TAXONOMY OF GHOSTS
The Death Lottery—Dante Novario
The crisp paper slips spun like deadly silk beneath the…
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The hedge witch gets angry—Leah Atherton
And it isn’t like she imagined it would go this…
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When the spiders return (in years to come, we’ll need a different story)—Jane Ayres
The spiders knew how it was. Spinning webbed dreams, silk-cocooned …
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Addie LaRue is not the only dreamer to make a bargain after dark—Leah Atherton
If I told you I remembered the first time we…
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How to Build a Haunted House—Beulah Vega
The trick is what gets left behind A chair in…
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Oberon’s Court of Distress: A Poem on OCD—Olivia Elle
The fairy walks, humming a simple tune. The sun shines…
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Witches stuff moss into my cheeks, flush to the bone. In the slanted light you can/ imagine their death, but they are/ dying again when you run over a railway bridge with a Chinese lantern, dying again as a barn owl flies over a roundabout, silent arch over glowing tarmac.
SOPHIE DICKINSON, BROOK
Crow & Cross Keys 