Categorynevermore (Issue No. IV)

Ghost Trees at Midnight (nine years after the Bear Butte burn) Ginger Dehlinger Black-skinned bones these spectral spires shrouded in moon dust arms akimbo reach for the sky. Like zombies they prefer the dead of night company of spirits mask of darkness cool, bleak silence. Dead or half-dead missing limbs stripped of bark feet planted they refuse to topple. A legion of ghouls kissed by the devil scarred numb to the core magnificent in moonlight. Ginger Dehlinger