Friday, April 17, 2026

Secrets of the Stones: Neolithic Imaginings is a poetry collection of verse that gives voice, life, and meaning to stones both sacred and mysterious

 


Neolithic Imaginings: Mythic Explorations of the Unknown

Loralee Clark

Kelsay Books, 2026

ISBN: 979-8-90146-824-1

Ebook, 50 ppg.

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For many people, a stone is just a stone. But for those who know better and understand the hidden stories and meanings behind certain stones, a whole new connection takes place. These are the stones we honor and protect, the ones we hold sacred, and the ones which have stories to tell and legacies buried deep within.

 

But you do not have to travel abroad to be able to observe, touch, and commune with these stones. Allow a poet with such understanding share these stories with you. In the poetry collection Neolithic Imaginings: Mythic Explorations of the Unknown by Loralee Clark, readers are presented with a variety of stone monuments and symbols both small and large. Interpret them as you will, but take a moment to consider Clark’s verse that explores their meanings, their depths, and their secrets.

 

The first poem, “Sacred Shape,” resonated with me. I understand that it’s talking about the ouroboros, the symbol of the snake eating itself. This symbol has always fascinated me, compelling me to set out on a search for its meaning. However, with this poem, it is used to compare it to other round shapes; a raindrop, our eyes, a ring. I like how the poem comes full circle at the end, using a much more significant symbol in comparison to this one.

 

The circle itself is a symbol that is often repeated in some of the other poems. One wonders about this significance. For me, I see it as representing things coming full circle, bound in a circle of strength. A stone that is shaped as a circle.

 

Many things of this world inspire poetry: People, places, events. Stones can also inspire poetry. Not just stones, but stones that are a part of something greater, such as natural monuments and something that is the result of humans or legends. Stonehenge, one of the many great monuments made of stone, is one such landmark. In this book, the poem “Stonehenge: Ecology of Flux” on page 22 pays tribute to those who created this monument. Of course they can’t be named; we do not yet know who exactly built Stonehenge. But we do know it was created by humans, and those are the ones honored in this poem. Here the author attempts to capture their reasoning for creating Stonehenge—“a  tapestry of living”—as well as its purpose: “Settle our spirits/Ground us to place.” And, finally, how they seem to put all of themselves into its construction, ensuring that this lasting legacy of their existence will survive into a future they cannot be a part of:

 

“One tribe begins low, multioctave:

we mirror the stones

which mirror stars moving through our bodies,

our bodies moving through the air,

air through our mouths:

we become the stars.

 

Hear us sing

reverberating these stones

 

The poems in this book are written so well, with heavy use of expository writing and lyrical narrative. Some of the writing in these poems tend to pull me right into them, where a chorus of verse so beautifully written and colorful words kept me within these passages. In the poem “Rollright, England: Extended Cognition” on page 24, for example, one can find this well-written stanza:

 

“We send our questions with the logs of pine, the black henbane

we send questions into the fire, inhaling smoke plumes

as trees and meadow read the stars’ maps embedded in our bones.

We lift and lay the slabs, our ladder to the stars,

healing and fortifying, energy flowing from the plants and smoke

through our chests into the stones, singing itself to sky.”

 

Our stories sing within those stones, too. The stones we are buried inside, those that stand watch over our graves, and those which we were a part of in creating something larger.

 

The author’s invitation to “Come gather to sing the songs of stone” awaits. Explore the poems in this book and embrace the singing of those songs of stone.

 

 

 

 

Five stars

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

 


Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Beware What Lurks in the Dark: It’s Dark In Here is a frightening collection of horror poetry and art

 

 

It’s Dark In Here: a collection of horror poetry and art

Amanda Ruzsa

Independently Published, 2025

ISBN-13: 979-8292292692

Ebook, 89 ppg.

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Horror poetry has a way of staying with you, especially if it has art to go with it. Reading the horror poetry collection It's Dark In Here: a collection of horror poetry and art by Amanda Ruzsa has that kind of impact. These poems are not just poems meant to scare readers, but they also haunt those who dare to read them. They linger as dark moments that are difficult to escape from, attaching themselves to the soul and slowly feasting on the reader's sense of security.  

 

The poem “Trapped” really has a suffocating feel to it. With lines like “The tides are high/Ripples of water swirling/Around me” and “Even as I tread water/Darkness spreads.” It really made me feel isolated and confined.

 

“Bent Neck Lady” was really creepy. Okay, first of all, I have to say that the image of a lady with a bent neck is in itself disturbing. The poem is also creepy: “I feel the sticky breath of rot/Warming my tear-streaked face/If I could move, I still would not/For fear she’d then give chase.” This nightmarish creature “with gnarled claws” haunts a new home and the speaker in this poem is terrified of it. The accompanying artwork of this “bent neck lady” is equally terrifying.

 

“She Played for the Devil” is a very haunting poem. “Her bow dances/on strings that cannot break” seems to imply that this unseen player of a violin that is buried deep within the earth plays nonstop. This is confirmed by the lines “She’s cursed/She’s trapped/And she mustn’t stop playing.” This poor soul is doomed to play for all eternity and should she ever slip or stop, then chaos ensues in the world above her. I loved how this poem was written. It shares what happens if she stops playing the violin, and why she must continue to play no matter what.

 

Some of the poems had surprise endings: “She Eats the Dark” and “Hung” and “Home Invasion.” Other poems really touched on dark moments as well as horrific events. There’s a good mix of monstrous creatures and horror in all of these poems. All of these poems created a haunting and terrifying reading experience.

 

It's Dark In Here is a frightening collection of horror poetry and art. The artwork accompanying the poems is dark and creepy. It’s certainly a must-read for fans of horror poetry, as well as a collector item that contains some stellar art from some of today’s outstanding independent artists.

 

 

Five stars

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I downloaded a copy of this ebook as part of my Kindle Unlimited subscription. This review is entirely voluntary.


Monday, April 13, 2026

Something Evil Lurks in Texas: The Configuration Discordant is a collection of horror poetry brimming with gods and monsters

 

 

The Configuration Discordant: An exploration of poetry through the lens of murder, madness, and monsters

John Baltisberger

A Things in the Well Publication, 2019

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When it comes to books of horror poetry, readers don’t know what to expect. Would they be exposed to guts and gore? Terrifying monsters? Or dark days of doom? In the horror poetry collection, The Configuration Discordant: An exploration of poetry through the lens of murder, madness, and monsters by John Baltisberger, readers will get all of that, and more. This collection of poems gripped me from the very beginning and it sent chills down my spine as I continued to read.

 

With some of these poems, it helps to remember that this is a collection of horror poetry. Yes, that is what that poem really means. Yes, that narrator of a poem actually IS diabolical and evil. And, yes, that particular poem really is meant to be dark and scary. There is no softening of a message in these poems. There is no light horror and the author leaves no holds barred.

 

Take, for example, the poem “The Family.” You would think it is just a poem introducing the reader to a family, but, no. Something else is going on in this poem. Something nightmarish. And it is only getting to the end of the poem that the reader discovers what it is.

 

The poem “Glass Eyes” has a hidden meaning to it. The reader should think a minute about that title and in which case something would have glass eyes. The lines “Thrown out into the garbage/To the incinerator/But I will always come back” indicate that this is an evil thing that can’t be destroyed. An evil thing that kills.

 

“Household” is another creepy poem. It is obviously describing a rotting building that is falling apart (“olden hallways filled with dust”) but it is home to those who still linger within its rooms and hallways. But beware to anyone who dares to tread within it! For if you fall into the trap, you will not be able to escape so easily. As the lost souls in the poem state: “Greetings! You seem to be stranded/You are welcome in my household.”

 

I really enjoyed reading the poem “Rat King.” There are so many different kinds of poems written about the Rat King, and this is one of the good ones. It is dark and terrifying. It makes the Rat King into a much bigger monster than before. I liked the surprise at the end, as well.

 

There are quite a few poems in this book about Texas, and about the sinister forces hidden within it. I am not sure what the meaning is behind this, but it made for interesting reading. I have only visited Texas once, and perhaps there was some kind of monster in the sandstorm me and my family had to drive through when we were there.

 

“We Called Them Kaiju” is another good poem in this book. I like how, among the mix of monsters and mythological creatures in this book, the kaiju are included. These lines from this poem especially stood out:

 

“the cityscape was unimportant

we all ran when they came

their roars echoed discordant

washing us away in flame

our greatest works laid flat

destroyed so easily

destruction reigned in their path

all of us slaughtered equally” (Page 111)

 

Another poem I enjoyed reading is “((Them)).” Like some of the other poems in this book, it changes course from the usual horrific poems about monsters and deities and speaks out against fascism and oppression. These beginning lines of the poem resonated with me:

 

“I am ((Them))

forged in the fires of hateful places

I am ((them))

centuries of stereotypes held in stasis

what do ((I)) know about the way the world works?

what have you put in to learn who ((we)) are?

judging ((us)) with knowing disdainful smirks

your own prejudice elevating ((us)) to the stars.” (Page 116)

 

I also loved the artwork that is in this book. My favorite one was the art following the poem “Toymaker” that is on page 25 (and “Toymaker” on page 24 is quite a creepy poem!).

 

The Configuration Discordant is a haunting collection of poetry of monsters, creatures, and deities both known and unknown. The poems reflect the quest for the survival of humankind in the face of the many battles taking place, as well as poems of power and resistance. There are also horror poems that would terrify readers, as well as poems about the unknown. Altogether, it is a collection of dark poetry sure to be enjoyed by fans of horror poetry.

 

 

Five stars

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book for research purposes and elected to also write a review of it. This review is entirely voluntary.


Secrets of the Stones: Neolithic Imaginings is a poetry collection of verse that gives voice, life, and meaning to stones both sacred and mysterious

  Neolithic Imaginings: Mythic Explorations of the Unknown Loralee Clark Kelsay Books, 2026 ISBN: 979-8-90146-824-1 Ebook, 50 ppg....