Exquisite Corpse

It is an honor to have been a part of the sixth edition of Exquisite Corpse. Anyone who knows me well, know that Poe was my inspiration for writing many years ago. My first dark verse piece ever published entitled “Rosalee”, was written in the same cadence as Poe’s “Annabel Lee”, and I was excited that it was published in Tales From the Shadow Realm right after Poe’s story “The Black Cat”. To share a ToC with your biggest inspiration is a feeling like no other.

It also meant a lot to me that my very first author interview with Gwendolyn Kiste was entitled, “Poe Protégé”. What an honor that was! So naturally, I am ecstatic that my winning line got me a vial of soil from the grave of none other than Edgar Allan Poe!

POE SOIL

The sixth Exquisite Corpse, “Treading” can be viewed below, along with all of the other awesome Exquisite Corpse creations over at Angela Yuriko Smith’s site.

Exquisite Corpse #6: Treading

Also, if you aren’t following Angela Yuriko Smith, you should be! I highly recommend you check out her work, and here’s a wonderful start.. book your stay at The Bitter Suites!

BITTER SUITES

Agony, Confusion, & Sorrow: The Gettysburg Battlefield

Agony, confusion, sorrow. These are just a few of many emotions that you feel on the Gettysburg Battlefield. The overwhelming sensation of thousands of eyes on you, the black clouds of gloom hanging above you. These are all things I’ve experienced upon my first visit in 1999. Eighteen years later, visitng for the second and third time, the energy has not changed. In October of 2017, I took part in a paranormal investigation with the Gettysburg Paranormal Association. It was my third investigation, but my first ever at Gettysburg, and that is where I captured my best photographic evidence.

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This photo was taken using Burst Mode, in which I captured 10 photos in rapid succession, two of those revealed this misty figure before and during movement. I took this photo at the final investigation location, the Spangler Farmhouse. Beginning in 1863, this farmhouse, situated on the southeastern part of the Battlefield, was used as a Civil War Field Hospital. To say that this place has an energy of heaviness in and around it, is an understatement. Along with this photograph, I also experienced the usual feelings of being watched, and most strange of all, phantom aromas. Some people may experience the more pleasant scents of the funeral incense, and some may experience the odor of death. Unfortunately, I experienced the latter.

Spangler-Farm-house

This particular location held a slightly more intimidating feel than other areas around the Battlefield, in my opinion. Nonetheless, I can say I’ve never felt any type of truly negative energy there in the sense that one would feel threatened per say. It’s natural that there would be some feeling of anger, regret, or even resentment connected to this place, if you take into consideration all the souls that passed through as well as passed on here. All of the souls who linger, lost and lonely, longing for their families long gone.

The Gettysburg Battlefield is more than just a landmark. It’s a place where time has stood still for well over a century. It’s a sacred ground where many were injured or lost their lives. It’s a place that deserves respect. A place where if you silence the voices within yourself enough, you just might be able to hear their whispers as the soft breeze upon your skin. You may not be able to hear them, but one thing is for certain, you can definitely feel them, and if you are lucky enough, perhaps you will catch a glimpse of them too.

~Tawny Kipphorn~

Projects & Publishing Updates

-COMING SOON-

-“Introducing Rose & Creepy Dolls” (Article)

    -“ASPHYXIA” to be published in Eldritch Tales.

-“MALICE CRAVEN” to be published in Eldritch Tales.

-“LILY” to be published in Eldritch Tales (Previously published in Sanitarium Magazine)

-IN PROGRESS-

-“Beasts of Balfour” (Short Story)

-“Steven” (Short Story)

MADNESS

A Few Dark & Beloved Quotes

I figured for now I’d just post some of my favorite quotations until I have more time to actually post blogs. There will also be a page specifically for my short stories and flash fiction pieces coming soon, in addition to the poetry page that is up now.

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I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.. ~Edgar Allan Poe

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present exsistence, as a dream.. ~Edgar Allan Poe

Man’s real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.. ~Edgar Allan Poe

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.. ~Edgar Allan Poe

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.. ~Edgar Allan Poe

And if you gaze for long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new strange disguise. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

She’ll be talking to me about something. Suddenly the words fade into silence. A cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank. She’s somewhere else, away from me…, someone I don’t know. I call her, she doesn’t even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she’s back. Looks at me brightly, doesn’t even know she’s been away, can’t tell me where or when..

You think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding. The shadows betray you because they belong to me.
~Bane (The Dark Knight Rises)

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.

I am not my past. I am not my pain. I am that which emerged from the flames.