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    Author: Lorna Dickson Keach

    Nothing Fun will Happen this Halloween

    no goblins will glare out of dark cellar shadows because/
    we all know, for quite certain, that monsters aren’t real.

    February 26, 2019November 10, 2020 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    You Have Been Visited by the Weasel of Sorrows

    I will return: Monday, Tuesday, Friday. Blank checkboxes sit beside each day’s name.

    February 4, 2019February 4, 2019 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    That Thing Standing Behind You

    There’s so little to eat, the icebox is empty
    Is it too much to ask to dine with a friend?

    October 18, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    The Snuggly Dead

    Arturo’s body was never found, and that was all well and good because after getting chased around by that chainsaw-wielding maniac, he could have really used a break.

    October 15, 2018May 21, 2019 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    There’s a Big Demon Alligator Sitting on the Lawn

    And the neighbors glared at you, of course, because they think it’s your fault.

    October 11, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    Skulls, Skulls, Skulls!

    She wandered for what seemed like forever, picking through the racks of skull skulptures and skull wine holders, skull key chains, skull mandolins, skull chaise lounges, skull guillotines, skull pendulums, skull jack-in-the-boxes.

    October 4, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    “Great, but Too Many Floating Eyeballs”

    Our room was bitter cold and no manner of warmth from the fireplace could chase away the chill, so snuggling deep into the pillows on the antique canopy bed was just the ticket. The moaning from the hallways really helped my husband get to sleep in the absence of his white noise generator.

    September 27, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    Dinner in the Hands of an Angry God

    Mom lifted her arms and all the cutlery leapt from the drawers. A few stray forks impaled the zucchini she’d been slicing before the ruckus began.

    September 17, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    A Muffin For Distant Cosmic Shores

    It crawled out of its own pan on nine legs

    August 10, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    That Fish is Going to Eat You

    What can you do but scramble for shore?

    July 24, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    The Snake Woman of Bismark

    Her trailer looked abandoned, and some people said she didn’t exist at all (particularly when they couldn’t find her in the winter; Jeffers Wilkerson said she must…… Read more “The Snake Woman of Bismark”

    May 6, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

    The Things in Ozymandias’ Shack

    Old toasters, broken Rolex watches, reclaimed pallets, Prada bags shredded by biting winds and hail storms, cracked cell phone casings, hamster cages, Ed Hardy shirts hung up…… Read more “The Things in Ozymandias’ Shack”

    April 21, 2018October 18, 2018 by Lorna Dickson Keach

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