At Thirty I am a mixtape from the 90’s.
I have cellotaped my inheritance to my collar bone.
I am 2 parts Htown, and one part sin. Isn’t sin just sagacity anyway?
Gimme some good love.
Same song, different headphones.
Artyom Maksul (Belarus)
NOSFERATU
Artyom Maksul is a translator of English and Scandinavian languages. He founded the Leo De Nord publishing house and is the creator of the music project Alhor Ern. His hobbies include music, history, Viking Age re-enactment, and martial arts.
Babe, can you recall who I am?
Do you remember who we are?
Standing inside of this burial vault,
Watching for another bleeding sunset
With ravenous, lucid emerald eyes.
Dense twilight’s creeping,
As a black wounded panther,
To the strong orphaned
And unprotected huts of men
Beyond all its nocturnal power
And we will follow it
We’re Nosferatu,
Infants of the best-forgotten,
Beasts of the howling wilds
None can’t recall where we have come from.
I know nothing, but my hunger
Of disrupted human flesh.
Can you smell their fear,
It’s awesome, like a drug,
May you perceive the taste of gore,
So delicious, so eternal?
Upon our paly iced-blue lips?
And black and arcane constellations
Always shine on our way.
Light has come from the dusty pleats
Of our moonlit cloaks.
That is a path,
Per aspera ad astra…
Would you be there,
Would you stay here with me,
When they come,
Armed to the teeth,
To wash our immortality away?
Because if they fail, we can say to them,
“Join us…”
Alexis Child (Canada)
WHAT KILLED ALEISTER CROWLEY?
Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; home to dreams and nightmares. She worked at a Call Crisis Center befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings. Alexis once lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night and is haunted by the memory of her cat. She also had a small measure of underground success with her gothic rock and darkwave bands in the past. Besides having rare mystical experiences she hopes are not just short circuits in the brain, she continues to write dark poetry, starving in the garret with her muse. A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire is even worse. Please donate non-perishable food items and B-negative blood (and make it a double!).
Alexis’ fiction has been featured in Danse Macabre, Schlock, Screams of Terror, and U.K.‘s Dark of Night Magazine.
Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising, The Horror Zine, ParABnormal Magazine, The Sirens Call and elsewhere. Her first collection of poetry, Devil in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of the macabre, is available on Amazon.
Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild
He summoned Pan until the darkness of
chaos appeared, or a demonic counterfeit
in vague and monstrous shapes. Crouching
naked in a corner, stripped of magician’s
robes, he is haggard and wild-eyed, gibbering
in tongues; chained to the spirit of fear, a mere
reflection of his former commanding self.
He descends into the deeper emptiness of
the abyss, appearing to look upon the
sleeping ocean, waiting for it to awaken,
hoping to hear the bell of the God’s realm,
yet knows the Old Ones are locked away,
senile from neglect, dead or dying in a
labyrinth of sewers rotting beneath the city.
Still in a trance, the mystic departs to
the domain of the pagan dead, stars
looking downwards with a holy glance.
Terry Miller (USA)
UNHOLY UNION
