Vivisepulture (noun): the practice of burying someone alive. The ghosts are loud tonight. Eric hears them howling around the house in the wind, but mostly inside his own head. If you asked him, Eric would say he doesn’t believe in ghosts. Like a million other folks, he’s far from special in that. He believes in […]

When does a woman become a witch? It’s different for all of us. Some come to it naturally. Others struggle for a while. For me, that contest of arms started in a few inches of water with my lover’s hands firmly pressed down on the back of my neck. He won. I don’t know how […]

Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night thinking others were living in his house. Not intruders. Not burglars. They were full-time residents. They had voices too tiny to hear but put them all together and they suggested the most dreadful noise. First thing in the morning Julius thought he could see them, […]

Will you talk to me? Please? In the still of each obsidian night, in her restless half-sleep, her torment, she doesn’t know what is dream and what is memory. Even her waking hours are cloudy and blurry, often distorted, like she’s viewing the world through a rain-streaked, ash-strewn window. She stirs. Sits. Rubs her eyes. […]