Mark Magoon

As fall nears, it's a great time to feature some creepy, gothic, eldritch and eerie poetry! One great modern example we just saw was Mark Magoon's "Love Poem" in Dialogist, vol. 2, issue 1. It's a poem of horror, and fear, and the terrible realities of life. It's also a great poem for fall. It seems at that time of year it's a little easier to read and speak of symbols of death. It's more approachable and easier to be calmer about it.

This poem is a great, wild piece with amazing moments in the later part about candles, very Whitman. Here's an excerpt:

My grandfather died
the way that spring blooms

palms open, all cold
and full of nothing.

And always I can hear

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the way wick weakens,

for all flames eat candle through.
He says, stop trying, surrender
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