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Ghost Detectives investigate ghostly voices inside the Edgar Allan Poe House

Everybody likes a good ghost story, but few ever find themselves caught up in the middle of one. Getting caught

I know you are the queen Capable of doing all those things But there’s a certain strength that a man

diction and dictation rock to sleep a world with little love for star-speckled elegance. i hear you, constellation – your

my back flat to this mat every vertebra tense, and hastened. hands enclose around my neck and for some reason,

My next-door neighbor’s fish pond – home to shrieking nighttime amphibians. I’m a vegetarian – but I’d consider a frog

I live here creatively in a place that I call The Dream Citadel A place where I weave worlds of

Sometimes the hardest thing about love is the the things that you can’t say The things that words can not

too tired to sleep too wired to smile too weak to fall nowhere to run nowhere to hide too tired

Irina with the flashing eyes that haunt my soul, that mesmerize, do you know what you mean to me? You’re

Jeff Jerome is often asked if he’s ever spent a night in The Edgar Allan Poe House. His answer has