'Twas the year of our Lord, 1834, a man rode into Tucker's Sound, with fiery black eyes, he was one...
Her finger twists the blue egg sky leaning against the wall made in bone white chalky...
O'er satin veil, horizon's mists, it sat there, unabashed– whilst light seeped in, yon sunlight...
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In the old church Bell tower Ghosts from Yesterday appear Moving the clock...
South of Mexico City, down the canals of Xochimico, you’ll find a tiny island with a history you...
As we left in fear that day, So desperately to escape, In silence we did not sit, As...
A picture paints a thousand words, And more when hung with care, A simple task seems innocent...
Many stories we do not tell..... For this one it's time to spill, Where painted rocks do lay...
I lay here in my dreams As you hang over me, Motionless in white, My fear I try to...
There was an old building the haunted called home, In the basement were dead souls and broken bones...
The legends go, as locals know, deep down in Butcher’s Holler dark demons came to lay their claim to...
To profess a love that dare not speak its name portends compassion—one sad pedigree. To cross...
I lay many of night Looking for shut eye While I am irrelevant to it High winds...
"I know the journey in recovery, may seem daunting, but would you rather, be haunting...
clothes dripping in holes and holy tapestries refined in blossom and death each scented...
A ghostly girl sits at the top of the stair— she rocks to and fro—just why, I don’t know. You...
Enter My dear I Sense Your fear, Can you Hear me Creaking,...