Issue 8, January 2011
a clutter of whispers
By Lee Clark Zumpe
this old house is a clutter of whispers —
a harbor for unrealized dreams,
and a stage for the theatrics of forgotten actors
remote and neglected like the memories
of its former residents, its façade dejectedly
sinks beneath layers of unchecked mold —
its frame buckles and rots from within
anchored to its blackened chambers
and musty corridors,
I am their only audience, now
beside me, the old woman's shadow wilts
like the flowers
I put on her grave last spring
BIO: Lee Clark Zumpe, an entertainment columnist with Tampa Bay Newspapers, earned his bachelor's in English at the University of South Florida. His nights are consumed with the invocation of ancient nightmares, dutifully bound in fiction and poetry. His work has been seen in magazines such as Weird Tales, Space and Time and Dark Wisdom, and in anthologies including Horrors Beyond, Corpse Blossoms, High Seas Cthulhu and Cthulhu Unbound Vol. 1.
Lee also is a regular contributor to the blogs at She Never Slept and Elder Signs Press. Lee lives on the west coast of Florida with his wife and daughter.
Visit muted-mutterings-of-a-mad-poet.blogspot.com.