Shut Mouths Sing Melodious

What web captures shadow?


I dream the dead and they

dream me

in the clean linen of longing,

the tear of a marital sheet,

the burial shroud of hours,

and the pain of return.


A spirit appears and disappears

at my house, in faces in the


hands outstretched

in doorways. The tap spits hair

and unspools thread. Stitched-shut

mouths sing melodious

in another room.


The forest bleeds against the

window: my voice—our voices

are a burning smoke in the leaves.

The trickster spirits harvest

sound, their eyeless bodies

peer inside from eaves

and shutters.


Our voices are

their voices. Our voices

are heard singing. We open

our eyes and open the door

to the emptiness:


I fade in and out.

They fade in and out.

We fade in and out.

Tiffany Morris is a Mi’kmaw/settler writer of speculative fiction and poetry from Kjipuktuk (Halifax), Nova Scotia. She is the author of the horror poetry collection Elegies of Rotting Stars (Nictitating Books, 2022). Her work has previously appeared in Apparition Lit, Uncanny Magazine, and Nightmare Magazine, among others. Find her on twitter @tiffmorris or at


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