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Zainab
Zainab written by: David Thoenen - The men in clean green uniforms screamed filthy blasphemies...
On Being a Modern Dead Person
On Being a Modern Dead Person written by: Andrea Eschen - My ninety-four-year-old mother reminded me for the fifth or sixth time...
Spooked
Spooked written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard Night, a suffocating tar pitch. A whisper strokes my hair. Laughter...
Midnight Approaching
Midnight Approaching written by: Rita B. Rose Midnight belongs to the dead ‘ne’er roused no more every...
All Saints’ Day
All Saints’ Day written by: Sugar de Santo @sugar_de I. Heavy rainfall confused lights flicker in gold...
Dia de los Muertos
Dia de los Muertos written by: Sterling Warner Fleshless Halloween unicorns— twins—skeletal bones polished, upright, pristine, pure,...
Haunted
Haunted a poem by: Robert Graves Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, Roar through the...
The Child is Not Dead
The Child is Not Dead a poem by: Ingrid Jonker The child is not dead The child...
Lament of the Dead
Lament of the Dead written by: Sahendra Mallick Would that mine eyes had never beheld such woe,...
September 1913
September 1913 a poem by: William Butler Yeats What need you, being come to sense, But fumble...
The Day You Are Dead
The Day You Are Dead written by: Bala they’d carry you around and cry over you chant...
I Don’t Want to Talk to the Living
I Don’t Want to Talk to the Living
written by: Teodora Vamvu
@teodora_vamvu
- “Thank you for meeting...
From The Land of Olives
From The Land of Olives written by: Nada M. Sobhi Her little shaken voice whispered “The tank...
