The Dark Literature

           “Are you Hawkins?” asked the skinny young man.             The older man at the vending machine sighed. “Let me
If, according to my mother, a metallic spoon can be utilized to kill – So can your fore-finger. The key is to
A road through falling autumn leaves, narrows quickly ‘tween the trees One path into two divide, right you’ll live, left you’ll
The Forge Sacrifice to rebirth to sacrifice Raked ugly, spitting In the great furnaces In bellow deep breaths Human bone-coal Shoveled
That wasn’t where the urn had been last night. Scott remembered putting it back on the fireplace mantel. He was
The last bus to G scuttled past him like an over-fed kitten. He could have run behind it. But he
Welcome to the inaugural issue of Black Works. It has been a longer road getting here than it looked like
She picked at her fingernails as he watched. She hissed when she picked too close to the cuticle, hand flying
The truth was I didn’t really need a book that night. My Christmas shopping was finished. Earlier I had built
Personal Journal: July 15, 1891 I knew her as Francine. In reality, I didn’t actually know her; I only knew of her. 
Articulated. That’s what Dr. White called the brand new skeleton that moved joint by joint and was now hanging prominently
By the time the tree turned 100, its past was so fractured that no one knew how old it was,
Sunday Morning James woke on the cabin floor. The smell of pine filled his nose and an ache like a
Khaalida finds the stars fascinating. Stars form constellations, shapes. The shapes rotate through the year. Aries, Taurus, Gemini. Cancer, Leo,
“He..who owns the youth, gains the future.” – A. H. Dear Representative, I’m writing to inform you of a development
Hel The skies turned,The heavens burned.The ravens soared,The devil roared.The skies bled.The rivers ran red.The ravens fled,No longer deaths friend.Ashes
His fingers wrap around my wrist, his grip too painful to shake off and his voice…his voice…is something I’ve never
for Barb, from Byron Sister, I leave you not in empty hands, as we all hold you nowtogether. Mother oak
Don’t think I ain’t figured it out.  I know what’s going on.  You can’t fool me.  That’s why I stocked