An excerpt from the upcoming book The Logical Circus of the Second-Hand Reapers, coming to eBook and in paperback Winter 2020 We have all encountered ghosts in our lifetimes. These apparitions aren't the ghost in designer sheets kind of spirit, but a ghost of a scent that awakes a memory. Sometimes, it’s a subtle resemblance... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I wonder If he lied about Loving me - it seems to me, now that he was drunk a lot because he regretted his promises of forever - I wonder if he chose to drink until he died rather than spend the rest of his days with  a mistake that he couldn't find another... Continue Reading →

But how can one man How can anyone Hold fast to a dream When the whole world Keeps trying and trying To tear down the walls The ones that protect The heart from dying It’s not hubris nor is it easy To live with the truth It’s what we must do To survive breathing Fight... Continue Reading →

The constant criticism of another's choices Tastes, styles, passions, existence Because you think that yours is better - That's not being "real" nor is it straight talk It's rude and cruel, and so is the lashing out When the tables are spun away from your favor Been there Wrote the book Seen the film  ... Continue Reading →

Nobody answers the call anymoreSomebody could be screaming HELP MEAll for naught; those words slam closeMost minds as well as earsThere is no help leftWhat humanity responds to isFIREOrSEXOrZOMBIEScream that and you betThat you’ll be surrounded byMore humans than mosquitoes ©MelanieMcCurdie2020 #OneWomansOpinion

It’s been an unsettled day.  Nothing exceptionally wrong but not right, almost as though things are being moved behind the scenes, those set-in-stone pieces that we perceive with our souls.  I’m catching glimpses from the corner of my eye – don’t look. don’t stare, there’s nothing there.  There is, but it’s nothing to put a... Continue Reading →

Hide and seek, is it? Peek-a-booDon’t try to hideI see you, muffinNot the media youThe real, bearfacedBone-hearted you Shame, really, howYour true colors doLittle to complimentThen again, perhapsIn a different POVThat pattern fits perfectly Patterns are beautiful toThose who don’t see throughWon’t see through the veilThe blind, the innocenceInnocents, hand out trustI guess we all... Continue Reading →

All I ever wanted waswhat every little girlwants, I guess; happinessMy happily everafter, but my own way Listen, I know that lifeisn't always s perfectutopian world trappedin a pretty snow globe I know it is can beugly, it can be cruelIt can be harsh and sometimesSometimes life is just plain mean But somewhere in the... Continue Reading →

            The hallway is full of the dead, wandering about with their faces glued to a screen with some slightly talented banshee screaming into their ears. The dead, with their heartbeats and the blood rushing in their veins like hot chocolate on a frigid night, living their insignificant little lives like any day they draw... Continue Reading →

It was none of my business as to why he started dancing with that particular devil again but finally fed up, I demanded a reason for it and the response made me think that he’d lost his ever-fucking-mind gone off his nut for good   I am drinking because you aren’t here and it has... Continue Reading →

That’s what it came to - Giving up Give up functioning Give up living Give up thinking Give up on everythingincluding how to loveeverything butdrowning in afucking vodka bottleand whining abouthow difficult thingswere for you, but heyI didn't know athing about it, did I?Your words, not mine Yeah, I knew it allI knew becauseI was... Continue Reading →

I remember that dayThat morningThat moment of disconnectWith no noticeA lost call with no closureNo dial-toneThe string snappedYou let go and that was the endNo more I love youNo further plans or promisesLooking toward tomorrowJust silenceAnd silenceThen screams ©MelanieMcCurdie2020

"You're always so cheerfulHow do you do it?" Are you sure that you want to know? I cry in my car Almost every dayI cry in my carThat's how I stay upbeatAnd how I can grin when grimThat's how I can stand thereDay after weak andWelcome people into my heartWith their dirty souls and handsWithout... Continue Reading →

Canada is a country We live above the United States And it's cold here a lot A. LOT. There are no other countries Within Canada's borders (although some disagree and try anyway) But we do have 10 beautiful provinces Including 3 awesome territories And a family of amazing peoples Fin   ©MelanieMcCurdie2019 All Rights Reserved

But what had woken her? Here, she, a ghost in 3D Was it a knock at the door? She feels for the lock Alone in the dark Spider threads catch at her face A sign that no-one had been there She opens her handbag and tips the contents onto the floor as the footsteps get... Continue Reading →

He kept absolutely still It was just for one nightNo one would catch himThe ghost of Livingstone estate, there had been many theoriesabout how she had diedabout how she had been murderedall anyone knew for sure was that The horse came back alone ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

No one knows it, but there is a zombie that lives across from me, in Apartment 4B. Not your Night of the Living Dead kind of zombie or even one of those slow as fuck ones from that TV show. No, 4B looks just like we do, for the most part. His eyes are more... Continue Reading →

See that woman? That being of pure knowledge, Standing, swaying with her bottle as her weapon. She will be the darkness in your life and The one constant in your life There is no light without it, nor without her A war will be just like a drug addiction – She intones this like a... Continue Reading →


A treat from Carolyn Graham

Words From The Underground


“Hello? Who is this?”
No one answered, just static on the line.  She’d been in the kitchen when she heard the ring.  No one ever called this late at night and she was leery about picking up the phone but she did it anyway.   She heard herself asking the question again and getting nothing so she hung up the receiver.  She normally wasn’t up this late but hadn’t been able to sleep well after coming back from the funeral so she thought maybe a snack would help.  She went back to the kitchen to finish her prep when it happened again.
**ring ring**
It sounded so much louder this time she almost dropped the plate in her hand.  She decided against answering this time but for some reason her voicemail didn’t pick up.  It just rang and rang for several minutes until she couldn’t take it anymore and picked…

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