Eight Synonyms for Shroud, by Laura McPherson
In the bitter of November, the inside of the house waited.A knock: a visitor, leather jacket hung with motor oil and amber. —how’s my favorite brother —you just missed him …
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Ask a Necromancer, by Amanda Downum
After the Flesh Teddy asks: Can you talk a little bit about the history of charnel houses? I feel like I always hear this word as a literary cliché, particularly…
L’Homme de Houbigant, by Jonathan Louis Duckworth and Joe Koch
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
I Hold Ghosts in My Hands, by Catheryne Gagnon
the same way I hold wounded things,the bird with the clipped wing,the dazed moth,scalded in search of light—I run my hands on fraying walls,curled fingers like a handle to clasp;ghosts,…
Homegoings and Repasts, by DW McKinney
An Utopia Award Finalist, 2023 Celebrating the dead begins with a song. An organist, pianist, or keyboardist—sometimes all three at once—pluck notes into the air. Tambourines rattle, their brass jingles…
Harvest of Bones, by Eugenia Triantafyllou
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Driving in Lake County, Illinois, by Morgan L. Ventura
In fields corn is blooming, embers burning, gilded sea of spun glass. My father points out the car windowto rattle off a folktale or maybe urban legend about haunted crops,…