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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society.

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. A sound is uttered; we dare not ask. The little girl shutters as peek-a-boo plays defense. Bulky, massive presence; shadow turning corner. Shaking and dizzy, her dance of no preference. Run little girl before darkness cocoons. Sickening sounds bring music to his ears. The little girl cries, won’t someone hear. Gathered ...

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. And it should be. Every time those demons come. Fear goes through me then I run. Want to kick those demons out. Give me the shivers there’s no doubt. I’m left feeling. Monsters of all shapes and sizes. All the evil that arises. I’ve seen before. The devil rides out in my mind. On Halloween to scare mankind.

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. Waves flow forth, froth. Suds-ing fingers, wiry wrists. Taut, and hands in a dance of chicken. Frenzy with feathers aflutter, white. Puffs against lace shreds and. Longer stretches of silk, of skin. Green-blue beneath rushing crests. The ghost gives up, rises like Lazarus. From its battle with time, the ageless.

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. When the Dead Do Not Depart. They live in towers and basements:. Preserved by chill and shadow. And if they sleep,. They sleep with one eye open. And dream of life after death. They watch the world in silence:. Between doorways and mountains. Consuming their own passion. Digesting the sights and sounds of the living.

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. Go up to the room at the head of the night,. Up the stairway of shadows to the crypt of light. Open the door to the spectral tomb,. Where bats emerge from their. Go up to the room where the summer rain sleeps. Go up to the room where the harpsichord weeps. Take with you a doll from a child’s vernal years;. The brightnes...

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. Into parallel lines of grey -. The crematoria burps fire. Late into the night. That blink once before. Of bleak hope is reflected. In flat still eyes gazing homeward. Never to reach their destination. Living on as ash. Misted breath against panes. Their stain still visible. In an open sky -.

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Lily K. Walters. Katherine L. Gordon. Andy J. Daniels. We Are All Neda. Werewear - Werewolf Clothing. Cape Fear Astronomical Society. The Ontario Poetry Society. Cape Fear Poetry Society. The ghost I've been chasing. I reach for something that always. Seems to elude me. I give a voice to the dead. But am not ready for their answers. I whisper into you to silence all. Eyes like windows trickle in red. While I listen to the wind of my soul. A true unhallowed curse of shallow. I am disappearing inch by inch.