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Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 13, Number 3, September 2019

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Tish Davis
Concord Township, Ohio, USA

Going to Gore Orphanage

in their wooden beds
in their wood-walled dorms;
outside, a rabbit
eyes gleaming red

After the séance, we gather under the streetlight and pass a soft cloth. We must make sure my Rambler Rebel is handprint-free. We're heading to the hollow where the orphanage burned, where the ghosts still scream and sometimes even leave a print on a passerby's car.

a mailbox
far from tract housing
left to die
with its red flag up . . .
cicadas, nothing but cicadas

transparent wings—
after two sharp turns
teetering at the top
without the moon
a fresh struck match

after two sharp turns
and overlooking
the hollow
where even the light won't go

no one wants to say
the cicadas'
golden shells
are also abandoned

it passes
through our mood rings
that steady burn . . .
windows rolled up
hands in the air


First published in Atlas Poetica 18, Summer 2014.

Gore Orphanage (Vermillion, Ohio) is said to be one of the most haunted locations in Ohio. To further discover what is legend vs. historical -> click here