Poem for Linda’s Poetry Slam at StokerCon

My first, but not the last.

Linda D. Addison and Jamal Hodge reading their epistolary poem up for a Nebula, John Shirley in the foreground.

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So
I don’t
Know how to
Write horror poetry but
I hope in life as it is in writing
All things should serve the beam or
At least I want to think that
They do
Because
If there is no purpose
The stars might as well take
The stuff of which we are made
Back to the infinite dark
From which we came.
Rescue services
From Plato’s Cave
Are available
but you have to
Turn around into the unknown
And step into the shadows
To free yourself.