February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.
First up we have ‘Baby Makes Three’ from Shenoa Caroll-Bradd on page 80…
“When he thinks I’m asleep, my husband Corey stops breathing. Apparently the rhythm and noise is just an act for the daylight hours. Makes me wonder what else he fakes. Corey doesn’t steal the covers anymore, either. He’s cut out the middle man and now simply steals my heat. I keep waking up to find his alabaster arms wrapped around me, sucking all the warmth away.
Corey’s mother used to joke that he’d out-live us all. With her heavy French-Canadian accent, it had always sounded ominous, like a curse.
I wonder if she regretted her words once he was admitted to the hospital with metastasized stomach cancer…”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR – Shenoa Carroll-Bradd lives in Southern California, on a street where she can see both palm trees and mountains. She writes whatever catches her fancy, whether that’s horror, fantasy, or erotica. Most of her time is spent on short stories, but she also has a couple novels in the works.
Next up is Brittany Warren’s poem ‘Battery Displacea’ on page 83…
“On this bashful equinox;
synchronize opera and soaps
to cleanse deoxy error–
rival the fauna margins between scope and reflection,
in this perfect home.
the archetype of oddity and burst–
line the cripples and cracks of their bathtub
as opposite prototypes linger
and stretch upon faded, floral carpet…”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR – Brittany Warren is a twenty-three-year-old English Language and Literature major, and a four time published dark poetess. Brittany adores both reading, and creatively manipulating the written word. As an individual who has dedicated the past fifteen years to writing, she still works feverishly at her craft—and her imagination is that sweetly horrific strawberry in a field of passive violets.
And we round out this grouping of the Ladies of The Sirens Call with two pieces from Lori R. Lopez; her poem ‘Dark’ graces the pages at 84…
“A black hole is etched in my soul
Space has no end, no beginning
It bounces to the knife-edge of Nevermore
And beyond, perhaps too far
Past the scary old tree
At the end of the road
That you reach now and then; a dead end
I’ve been there. Have you?
Yet I always seem to keep going
Over the barbed-wire fence, into tall grass
A stark field, the kind that’s just there
For no apparent reason
It’s always the same, like a dream…”
And her short story ‘The Dead Thing’ starts on page 134…
“It lay there, taking its sickening-sweet time with the rot and stench and bloating, the rite of passage for a corpse. Marnie was impatient, awaiting its metamorphosis in nail-biting suspense, fingertips ragged from chewing them too. Blood on teeth and lips was a welcome snack, like swiping a dip of frosting from a cake. Her belly gurgled, having missed breakfast and lunch. She crouched in the shadows, watching at a safe distance, feeling almost as stiff as the body — hands curled to fists, muscles rigid. The darkening purple flesh would relax. The haggard figure would rise. Soon, although it seemed unbearably tedious, she would have her sibling back. That was the plan. Until then, she and the cadaver needed to remain out of sight.
This had to work. It had to. She couldn’t bear to grow up without her little sister. They were so close. It just wouldn’t be fair. And it would be her fault…”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR – Lori R. Lopez wears a lot of hats, and you never know what madness might lurk beneath them. An author as well as an artist, musician, actress, activist and more, she writes short stories, novels and poetry. Her books include AN ILL WIND BLOWS, CHOCOLATE-COVERED EYES, DANCE OF THE CHUPACABRAS, THE MACABRE MIND OF LORI R. LOPEZ, OUT-OF-MIND EXPERIENCES, and THE FAIRY FLY.