Check Out Three New Pieces From Me, and an Excerpt from “Without Condition,” in Issue 46 of The Sirens Call! [reblog]

I’m honored and proud to be the featured author in this month’s issue of Sirens Call Publications’ The Sirens Call, “Summer Nightscares!” In Issue 46, you’ll find an essay from yours truly called “Fear, Sadness, and the Horror of Pain;” along with the first two chapters of Without Condition. I also have two other pieces in the issue: “Petal, Page, Piel,” a flash story; and “I Walked Beneath a Shining Moon,” a poem. Check out the issue for FREE below! Thanks for reading.

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The 46th issue of The Sirens Call eZine features one hundred and five pieces of dark fiction and horror prose from seventy two different authors and poets. It also features an interview with, and dark imagery by artist, Jessica F Holt. This month’s featured author, Sonora Taylor, talks to us about ‘Fear, Sadness and the Horror of Pain’ and also offers an excerpt from her novel, Without Condition!

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New Poem: “Metal Meticulous” [reblog]

I have a new poem on Spreading the Writer’s Word for the monthly flash picture prompt challenge. Check out “Metal Meticulous” below. Thanks for reading!

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Metal Meticulous
by Sonora Taylor

Metal meticulous,
Wire to frame.
He held her aloft
And he made her his way.
“I won’t have you staring,”
He said with a sigh
As he wrested a wrench
From a belt on his thigh.
“I won’t have you glaring,
Or speaking too harsh.
I’ll set up your wires
To blight out the dark.”
He crafted and tinkered,
Creation so fair,
But when he was finished
She stood with a glare.
“So much of your craft is
Attempts at control,
But you forgot something:
To give me a soul.
“But never you mind,
I know just where to look.”
And her fingernails pierced him
As all his bones shook.
The wires he’d crafted
To guide all her moves
Helped her to drain him
And fill all her grooves.
His blood swam to her
Through his sweat and his…

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Stay Mad: “I Am Not Your Final Girl” and Feminine Anger [reblog]

I have a book review/essay of Claire C. Holland’s fantastic collection, “I Am Not Your Final Girl,” up now on Oh, for the Hook of a Book. It’s about feminine anger and the appeal of the final girl. Give it a read – and stay mad.

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Today, I am thrilled to welcome my friend Sonora Taylor to Oh, for the Hook of a Book! for the National Poetry Month project. I virtually met Sonora after she picked up and reviewed my own collection, Breathe. Breathe.. Afterwards, I found out we were both submitting pieces to the monthly ladies of horror flash project and we realized we had all sorts of similar interests. I’m excited she’s here to talk about her reading of the poetry collection I am Not Your Final Girl by Claire Holland and how things that happens to us in the world as females build pent-up anger that can no longer be held inside.

This is a great piece – I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. May we all stay mad.

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by Sonora Taylor, author of Without…

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New Poem: “As Quick as Poison” [reblog]

As a bonus for World Poetry Day, I have a poem of my own up on Spreading the Writer’s Word. Check out my latest piece in the Ladies of Horror Flash Picture Prompt Challenge, “As Quick as Poison.”

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As Quick As Poison
by Sonora Taylor

In the darkness, liquid pooled
Upon a table in the wood.
A bottle lay inside her hand
And seeped its poison in the land.
She’d thought a drink would calm her nerves,
That one last sip would stop the stirs
Of voices crawling in her mind
Which fed her thoughts and dreams unkind.
But when she drank that fatal cup
And took a moment to look up,
She fell to earth. Her time had passed
As quick as poison through a glass.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor

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A Dash of Horror for World Poetry Day

Today is World Poetry Day! Some of my earliest writing was poetry. I mean very early — elementary school, middle school, etc. I have notebooks at my parent’s house with all of my emotions in verse. Some are good. Most aren’t. But poetry was always a nice way for me to write out anything weird or crazy I was feeling, in a way that was less concrete than an essay or a diary entry. Other times, it was a way for me to capture a sight, moment, or memory in a different way.

I don’t write as much poetry as I used to, but when I do, it’s more of the snapshots of memories, or something altogether made up — a short story in verse. I still think my strength is in prose, but sometimes, the best way to tell the story I want to tell is in metered verse.

Sadly, I don’t read as much poetry as I could. I read quickly, and as such, it’s hard for me to slow down and really absorb the gravitas of the verses. Other times, the poems are so over my head that, while they sound nice, I don’t really get them. Most of the time, I admire a poem more than I feel it.

Then I discovered horror poetry.

I didn’t discover horror poetry until late — as in, last year. I’d read bleak poetry and dark poetry before, but never a collection marketed as poems meant to scare you. I’m glad I found it, though, because I found myself connecting with horror poetry in ways I hadn’t connected with other poems before.

While some deal with monsters, many still focus on the terrifying things we feel or experience in real life. I think I connect with this more than other forms of verse because I’m drawn to extremes, especially when describing experiences. My own struggles with anxiety fuel both my work and what I like to read or watch. While non-horror poems cover that, the horror poetry I’ve read cover it with a harshness, a viscerality (I hope that’s a word), and a sense of fright that I haven’t encountered elsewhere — but one I find myself able to connect with deeply, even if that connection is a shared feeling of fear.

I also enjoy horror poetry that tells stories, be they fiction or nonfiction. I like seeing the unique way that poetry can tell a classic horror tale, in ways that give anything from serial killers to demonic possession to vampires a refreshing twist.

For World Poetry Day, I highly recommend you check out some of the horror poetry collections below:

Breathe. Breathe. — a collection of poetry and short stories from Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi.

The Devil’s Dreamland — a series of poems that chronicle the life, death, and murders of H.H. Holmes; from Sara Tantlinger.

How to Recognize a Demon Has Become Your Friend — another blend of poems and short stories, interspersed with one another; by Linda Addison.

What are some of your favorite horror poetry collections?

New Poem: “They Trapped My Thoughts Inside My Head” [reblog]

I have a new piece up on “Spreading the Writer’s Word” — this time, a poem! I hope you enjoy “They Trapped My Thoughts Inside My Head.”

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They Trapped My Thoughts Inside My Head
by Sonora Taylor

He trapped my thoughts inside my head
Afraid of what they’d bring.
He worried that the pain they caused
Would find its way to him.
He held me down and tied a cord
Around my tattered mind.
He smiled as he saw that all
My words were in a bind.
But in his swiftness to ensure
My thoughts were tightly bound,
The cord was stretched too tightly
And he heard an awful sound.
I soon cried out! My thoughts burst through!
Their darkness and their tones
Lay scattered on the floor
Along with all his broken bones.
I smiled at the knowledge of
Just what my thoughts could do.
Be careful, for the pain they caused
Could find its way to you.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
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Verse: Winter Has Come Through Again

The solstice is upon us. I usually like winter for about one month. I enjoy a few snowstorms and the look of bare branches. But then, around the middle of January, I start to be over it.

Unfortunately, winter lasts well into March around here.

Today was a bleak day that was too warm for snow. The first two lines of the poem below went through my head. I came up with the rest just now. Happy Solstice, everyone — even if the weather’s a bit bleak.

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Winter Has Come Through Again

Looks like snow
But feels like rain
Winter has
Come through again

Sleet on concrete
Blackened branch
A piercing gust
That makes you blanche

Streetlamps glow
Beneath the cold
The weather seeps
Into your soul

Skin is tired
Bones are drained
Winter has
Come through again

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