Cooking and Poetry. Halloween Shakshuka

As I line the ingredients, I’m deaf to the hushed shuffles in the pantry, And blind to the shifting shadows on the wall. All I can think about is “Shakshuka” A global dish native to Tunisia. Nicknamed, “eggs in purgatory” How ironic, When the horrors of this season, hail from in between worlds. Raw eggs…

Chosen One. #shortfiction

What do you see #53. At the witching hour In the dead of night Who will dare to bear the torch of hope. And knock at death’s door. Dread stains the silent night And stars grow distant All watching, All afraid. For dark things are coming, Things that loathe the light. The ancient prophecy foretells;…

Halloween Cinquain #poetry

colleen’s weekly challenge with a Hallows twist. Word prompt; dig and grave (only use synonyms) . here’s my butterfly cinquain; yeah butterflies can be creepy sometimes… Nightmare Frightful Realm Shocking, chilling, daunting Besieged, and haunted by fears Ghosts Spectres exhumed, coffins and tombs dying? living? hating! grim and cold Undead!