The End
Stairway to Heaven
She Lost Control
Katarzyna Wieczorek is an artist from Poland. She loves create surrealistic, magic worlds infiltrated with charm. The climate of her photos involves the senses like a good movie or some amazing theatrical spectacle. Katarzyna likes to direct stories full of passion, climate and secret.
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The Unknown Feeling
What’s this feeling,
All I can see is darkness,
Like my eyes,
Have been sown shut,
There is a fine line,
Between insanity,
Between darkness,
I think I’ve crossed the line,
The voices in my head,
They’re always talking to me,
It feels like a thunderstorm,
Inside of my head,
A whirlwind,
Inside of my own mind,
There is a psycho,
He lives behind my eyes,
He just wants to come,
Make his face known,
To the world,
Is there a way to stop this?
What is this feeling?
The Darkness inside of me,
It’s coming out,
It wants to be set free,
The light betrays me,
All there is now,
Is the darkness,
That always finds me,
Should I embrace it?
I could form something with it,
When in this darkness,
I can finally see everything,
It’s all clear,
This darkness I feel,
It is my weapon,
My power,
My talent,
My Curse.
Robert Rumery is a poet and writer living in Connecticut. He has always had a keen interest in books, especially those of his favorite author, Stephen King. Robert’s love for King’s work began in childhood and drew him to his love of horror. Robert has always been intrigued by writing. A big fan of super heroes and comic book-style writing, he enjoys creating worlds in his mind and putting them into words. Also a big fan of poetry, Robert has also published a book of poetry, which encouraged him to write his first fiction. In addition to long hours spent writing, Robert has gathered a full team of supportive people around him, as well as taking part in a strong, creative writing community on Facebook.
Jack
Red Hood
The Hag Waits…
Jump!
Wolfcreature
Hellraiser Cenobites
Hellraiser #6 coverart
Bats vs Joker
Nick Percival’s highly detailed and intricate artwork has graced countless books, videogames, film, and television projects. Fans might recognize his work from Clive Barker’s Hellraiser( BOOM! Studios), World of Warcraft, Magic the Gathering, Fangoria, and D&D. He has worked for such illustrious clients as SONY, Warner Brothers, Marvel, the Sci-Fi and History channels, Hasbro, Atari, and Johnny Depps Infinitum Nihil, just to name a few. Nick is also creator of the award-winning, hardcover graphic novel LEGENDS: The Enchanted.
www.nickpercival.com
Hurt Cut Bone
I am very hard to get along with regardless who you are in my life.
Including me.
I am not often as hard on others as I have been on you.
Long term, though, perhaps others would disagree.
When you open to me, I end up becoming frustrated and angry.
I get mean.
You want my Cary Grant.
Back to cutting.
Slice-and-dice me.
Me, full-on? No one can hack it.
Including me.
What frustrates me is your situation.
What angers me is my inability to do shit about it.
I can’t help, so it seems I harm.
It’s my lashing out at that we both find so hurtful.
It’s also incredibly stupid.
I think of people like you and me and it fills me with despair.
I know the world is viciously hostile to us.
Feels hopeless when I allow myself to see it.
I attack myself through you.
Knowing I hurt you hurts me.
It is like cutting but crueler.
If I let you be my heart I’d stab you to kill myself.
This cannot ever work out well.
We try and keep trying.
Gene Stewart was born on the 146th birthday of Charles Dickens in Altoona, Pennsylvania. He began writing eight years later and publishing three years after that.Editor Jeanne Cavelos favorably compared one of his unpublished short novels, Box Set, to J. D. Salinger’s work, while writer Harlan Ellison has called his work “Scintillant”.
Stewart’s fiction spans many styles and genres but hallmarks of his work include compassion for the common man; themes of doubt, paranoia, and the discovery of hidden worlds or agendas; and the integrity of the individual when faced with astounding events or intense challenges. Transformation by encountering and dealing with these hidden or wider worlds defines Ficta Mystica, which is the term he coined for what he most often writes. It might also be called mystical realism.
In 1980 he married his fiancée, who had just joined the US Air Force. For the next 22 years they traveled all over the United States, experiencing the deserts of Texas, the beaches of coastal Mississippi, the swampland of Georgia, the valleys of Ohio, and the prairies and plains on the region of the ancient Tethys Sea bed called Nebraska. In addition, they enjoyed extended stays in Japan and Germany.
His family includes three sons and two lively terriers. He currently lives in the American midwest, where he is researching and writing a novel of ancient sins, modern lies, and eternal truths.
Brigitte Bardot
Brigitte Bardot No.1
Robert De Niro
John Belushi
Audrey Hepburn
The Singing Butler II, A tribute to Jack Vettriano
Janis Joplin
Game On
Round Midnight
Bob Marley
Alberto with his portrait of Sir Paul McCartney
Italian artist Alberto Vittorio Viti is best known for his work in portraits. He is an artist and painter who brings canvas and page to life in a way that few could. http://albertovittorioviti.deviantart.com/
Twilight
In the mystic dark of twilight
Before the Sandman is dusting
Comes the rustling of the dead
The whispers start
As the chirps of crickets
The murmurs become
A rattle of bones
As the silence is stunned
By the thoughts
With the questions
And the statements
Of those passed
On before us
Into the glow of beyond
Not even the counting of sheep
Or the taking of pills
Will help them gain the sleep
For the infinite unrest
Of those six feet deep
Wishing to let us know
What they have discovered
The secrets of beyond
The fantasy of life
Because they can only come
When we refuse to believe
In the mystic dark of twilight
Barry Hunter has published Baryon Magazine since 1976 and it is well known in the science fiction and fantasy field. He has been writing since his college days and most recently his fiction has been presented in various anthologies published by Whortleberry Press. He is married and has one son. His websites are www.baryon-online.com and thebaryonreview.blogspot.com
Phantom Limb
The way sunlight pounds through traffic to reach my body on the sidewalk—
this, this is always with me
and also
the snarling city cops looking for something to smash
and how they always find it
and also
the night noises: howling sirens, shouts, something breaking,
the coyotes up by the Hollywood sign—nobody’s babies
and also
watching where I step, the growling citizenry, the sly smiles, the shrugs,
the caution, the desperate religion, the snorting busses, the cast-off shoe
under the bus bench
and also
and also
Leaving my city—an amputation—a mistake of such egregious proportions
that the only rectification come in dreams
and also
and also
pungent sidewalks, unlit laundry room in my old apartment, roach baits to
be purchased
every 60 days, my city, my love
A shrink told me once, “Contrary to popular mythology, people DO die of a
broken heart.”
So it goes… so it is this grief of mine, this missing city
I want you even when I am with you.
—
Martina Reisz Newberry’s most recent book is Learning by Rote. (Deerbrook Press, 2012) She is also the author of What We Can’t Forgive. Late Night Radio, Perhaps You Could Breathe For Me, Hunger, After the Earthquake: Poems 1996-2006, Not Untrue & Not Unkind(Arabesques Press, Amari Hamadene, editor) and Running Like a Woman with Her Hair on Fire: Collected Poems(Red Hen Press). She has written four novels and several books of poetry, has been included in Ascent Aspirations first hard-copy Anthology, also in the anthology In The Company Of Women and has been widely published in literary magazines such as: Ascent Aspirations, Bellingham Review, Blessed Are These Hands, Cape Rock, Connecticut Poetry Review, Cenacle, Counterpunch, Current Accounts, Divine Femme, Haight Ashbury, Iota, Istanbul Literary Review,Niche, Piedmont Literary Review, Southern Review of Poetry, Shot of Ink, Smiling Politely,Touchstone, Women’s Work, Yet Another Small Magazine, and others.
Blue
The beads slipped down the virgin s white slope,
precipitous crevice; flew low, like new
little birds; skimmed the blue dress threads,
land of floating clouds covered their glow.
They slid into the cupped palms of a pious
priest, who bedeviled them with snaking thin
digits until the gems gave in, found a child.
Love, the religious hissed, Love; and he draped
those beads across the child s clavicle,
down the spare and narrow chest. He fingered
the pretties; found his true god; exulted.
The child cried, and the air went quiet.
The beads glimmered on to the next, and
the next every innocent blinded
by his own thistled eyes and quaking lips.
Bertha Rogers s poems have been published in literary magazines and journals and in several collections. Her latest collection, Heart Turned Back, was published by Salmon Poetry Publishing, Ireland. Her translation of the Anglo-Saxon epic, Beowulf, was published in 2000 by Birch Brook Press; her translation of the Anglo-Saxon riddle poems from the Exeter Book, Uncommon Creatures, Singing Things, is forthcoming.
The War at Night
You’re not who you say you are
but that doesn’t matter to me.
I’m not who I say I am
that’s why you’re perfect for me.
Behind your battlements
an army of one presents
a plan of attack to slay
a hero we all betray.
Can’t you see the humor in it all?
I’m only here to watch you fall.
So wicked am I.
And you could lie to me always and constantly
I’ll tear them all apart to match your wounded heart.
Cant you see the humor in it all?
I’m only here to watch you fall.
So wicked am I.
Sean Spillane first gained notice from his time in the critically acclaimed band ARLO. His career in music has led to various national and international tours and four full length albums. With work that spans genres Spillane makes music with a genuine touch of soul that is hard to find. Most recently Sean composed and recorded the delightfully edgy soundtrack for the film The Woman (based on the writing of Jack Ketchum and directed by Lucky McKee). He also released the 80’s inspired soundtrack to Brian Keene’s Ghoul. He also scored the soundtrack for Jug Face.
(While we normally do not post song lyrics, this one is one I hold very dear. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Thank you kindly ~Tina)
Autumn
Wiescka Masterton
The leaves are flying off the trees, red and yellow
And here I am Poland again, among the mountains
Alone in my hotel room
Listening to the wedding music beneath me in the ballroom.
Laughter, and singing
I went to a wedding once
and it was mine
Or ours, I should say
But she has gone now, gone forever
And while the music thumps beneath me in the ballroom
The bed beside me is empty
Just as the seat beside me on the plane was unoccupied
And the chair next to me in the restaurant this morning
Where I ate smoked fish and eggs for breakfast
was vacant
I come here to Poland
because my heart is here, and always will be
It is the closest I can get to the love that I have lost
Her ghost is here; if she is anywhere
As autumn falls, and the leaves fly off the trees, yellow and red
And the evening air grows chilly
I can almost hear her laughing, as I cross the market square in Bielsko
To stand by the fountain of the children turned to stone
The children, turned to stone.
And then, in the gloomy cathedral
As a choir sings high and sweet
Alleluia in Polish
I light a candle for her;
As she lit candles for her father once
And all those friends who left us; as she has now left me
As I light it, the portrait of Christ looks down at me with infinite tenderness
with infinite tenderness.
But, why should I need tenderness?
What good is tenderness?
I need only to sleep when the wedding party at last falls silent
And sleep; and then wake up
To find that she is lying here beside me, still alive
And that she turns to me the way she always did and smiles
Tomorrow, though, I know that she will still be gone
And I will have to leave Poland behind me
And her, too, if this is where she is
My only consolation is that I know where to find her ghost, if she is anywhere
In Warsaw, in Poznań, in Kraków, on an autumn day
Or in Bielsko, in the mountains, as the red and yellow leaves fly off the trees
But now the wedding music stops,
and silence falls
Except for one last freight train clattering through the night, and a woman laughing
If only she knew, this woman
If only she knew, laughing, what grief that those who loved her will one day feel
the day she dies
Graham and Wiescka Masterton-
Graham Masterton is a well known horror writer in Europe. He has also worked as the editor the British edition of Penthouse. Not one to be limited to any one genre of work he has countless novels and short stories on a very wide array of subjects from, thrillers, horror (including horror books for children), and historical fiction, to his sex instruction books, his work is sure to appeal to a even wider range of fans. He works impressively well with some of his works being penned in a week. Grahams work can also be found as a regular contributor to Cosmopolitan, Men’s Health, Woman, Woman’s Own and other mass-market self-improvement magazines.
http://www.grahammasterton.co.uk/
(This poem was written for Wiescka Masterton and is previously unpublished, it is part of an interview with Mr. Masterton that will appear shortly over at TheDamnedInterviews.com . It was so sincerely full of love and devotion that I had to share it with all of you here as well. My deepest thanks to Graham for taking the time to do the interview and for sharing this poem as well. ~Tina)
