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Featured Artist: Ashley Dioses

Updated: Apr 23, 2021

Ashley Dioses is a writer of dark fantasy, horror, and weird poetry from southern California.  Her debut collection of dark traditional poetry, Diary of a Sorceress, was released from Hippocampus Press in 2017.  Her second collection of early works, The Withering, is forthcoming from Jackanapes Press this autumn.  Her poetry has appeared in Weird Fiction Review, Spectral Realms, Weirdbook Magazine, Black Wings of Cthulhu, and elsewhere.  Her poem “Cobwebs,” appeared in Ellen Datlow’s full recommended Best Horror of the Year Volume Twelve list. She was also a nominee for the 2019 Pushcart Prize.  She is currently an Active Member in the HWA and a member of the SFPA.  Aside from writing, her other passions include martial arts and delving into esoteric and occult studies.  She blogs at

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What does poetry mean to you?

Poetry is the language of the soul.  It evokes the subconscious.  Poetry is where the true self can be revealed.

What inspires your poetry?

Rich descriptions in a story, vivid details of a scene, anything that ignites the senses in a horrific or fantastic way.

Which are most important to you: (1) joy, (2) peace, (3) patience, (4) kindness, (5) self-control, (6) faithfulness, (7) gentleness, (8) love, or (9) goodness? If you can, explain why.

Love is where you can discover or build everything.  

What sort of things are you looking forward to improving this year?

I wish to improve the themes of my poetry by reading older, more Gothic works of fiction and poetry and immerse myself in them.  

What is one big dream you have?

I wish to polish and publish my fantasy series. 

A Queen in Hell

To Edgar Allan Poe

Upon a moonlit eve, we strolled along the shores

Of a still lake, all atrament save for the bright,

Rich, hoary moon-glow, which threw wide dark, eldritch doors

Into a hell of reeking hells that stole her light.

My love, my gorgeous love, how could you abandon me?

What haunting daemons lured you to your early grave?

How could you not perceive that you were always free?

Why, why was it not you, my love, that I could save?

The years have passed and sadly I stand so alone

Beside you, by your grave, yet in my heart you dwell.

Your kinsmen knew of your great beauty, and it’s known

That we lament so deeply for a queen in Hell.

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