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Collected Stories and Poems

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by Joseph Payne Brennan


  For an hour,

  or a few minutes,

  I feel at peace

  with my own flesh

  in this pristine

  purity of air.

  Because

  (1988)

  Outside shining windows, snow is falling;

  warmth pervades the peaceful quiet rooms

  as firelight flickers on the polished hearth —

  so why does he pace across the rug, down

  the hall, through a door and back again?

  Again and again, as the fresh snow falls,

  till the failing embers shift to ash

  and the room grows cold?

  Because the snow brings memories.

  because he is haunted by the life

  he never wholly lived.

  Because he is old.

  Haunted House

  (1988)

  On these worn and splintered floors unremembered dead once walked. Broken tables, shattered

  chairs, lie forgotten by the sagging stairs.

  The only language spoken here is more than silence, less than speech. Shadows in the dusty

  halls deepen as the darkness falls.

  The house is empty, yet something seems to stir its mote-filled, mildewed air — something

  struggling to be heard without a mouth to form a word.

  John Mason Sidd

  (1988)

  He did the right things at all the right times;

  he was always proper and he was always nice.

  His deportment was impeccable, his manners were sublime;

  his talk was fascinating, flawless, and concise.

  There was never a drawing room that found him at a loss;

  his compliments were lavish, not once did he offend.

  He was never brusk nor even mildly cross;

  he was your and my and everybody's friend.

  The day they found him hanging from a branch,

  half the town was shocked and mystified and mute;

  they passed the hours in a sort of solemn trance.

  A morgue attendant saw the note pinned inside his suit:

  "I wanted everyone to like me, and I think they did,

  everyone, that is, except John Mason Sidd."

  Table of Contents

  Contents

  Introduction

  The Green Parrot

  Slime

  The Calmander Chest

  The Hunt

  Canavan's Back Yard

  The Horror at Chilton Castle

  Mr. Octbur

  Long Hollow Swamp

  The Business About Fred

  The House on Stillcroft Street

  Mrs. Clendon's Place

  Road to Granville

  Jendick’s Swamp

  POEMS

  The Humming Stair

  The Wind of Time

  Grandfather's Ghost

  One Day of Rain

  Ghost-Town Saloon: Winter

  The Scythe of Dreams

  Recognition of Death

  The Chestnut Roasters

  The Man I Met

  The Serpent Waits

  The Last Pagan Mourns for Dark Rosaleen

  Ossian

  Avery Anameer

  Nightmare

  Winter Hours

  Contagion

  Encounter

  Imminence of Snow

  Because

  Haunted House

  John Mason Sidd

 

 

 


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