what haunts the place you once called home?
creaky floorboards. poorly lit basement. antique mirror in an attic. that spot in the yard where nothing will grow. the iridescent coins of animal eyes from beyond the tree line. wrought iron fences. the empty corner store parking lot at 3am. the yellow halo of a street lamp. red stain in the crosswalk. local legend gone wrong. amateur paranormal investigation. regional cryptids.
"To love me is to love a haunted house.
It's fun to visit once a year
but no one wants to live there."
- Anxiety: A Ghost Story by Brenna Twohy
for this zine, we're looking for small town spooks. we want to hear about the places you haunted and the places that still haunt you. we want your domestic-otherworldly. we encourage literal and metaphorical interpretations. get weird with it.
submit poetry, prose, art, & photography
applicable to this zine's theme to: email@example.com
please include HAUNTS and your name in the subject line
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submissions period: 8/1/21 - 8/31/21