Evermore 4

Evermore 4 is a gothic literary anthology curated by The Ravens Quoth Press, paying homage to the enduring genius of Edgar Allan Poe. Featuring an international assembly of poets and short fiction writers, this volume channels Poe’s obsessions—unrequited love, death, grief, madness, dreams, vengeance, and spectral beauty—into a symphony of contemporary homage and original invention.

Each contribution breathes new life into the gothic tradition, drawing on Poe’s timeless influence while reimagining themes of the uncanny and the romantic grotesque. From solemn laments and melancholic odes to darkly whimsical tales and surreal dreamscapes, Evermore presents a curated showcase of lyricism and psychological horror.

Ideal for readers with a taste for literary horror, gothic romance, and psychological suspense, the collection spans poems, short stories, and narrative experiments. The anthology’s signature balance of elegance and dread ensures that fans of Poe, and lovers of dark literature, will find familiar shadows cast in new and stirring forms.

With its evocative language and immersive atmosphere, Evermore 4 reaffirms Poe’s legacy—and the art he inspired—as ever haunting, ever lyrical, and evermore.

 

Dark, Edgar Allan Poe-Inspired Poetry by international poets

Featured Authors

Ann Marie Eleazer 

Anthony Perconti

Ashley O’Keefe

Barbara Smith

Black Widow

Bob Bradshaw

Carmen Bouldin

Catherine A. MacKenzie

Corinne Pollard 

Dale Parnell 

Dawn DeBraal

Dawne Leiker

Eric Shelman

Fariel Shafee

Frances Jo Kennedy Grossman

Greg Patrick

Jameson Grey

Jess Martin

John Grey

Katya Huzau

Kay Hanifen

Kelly Matsuura 

Kerri Merriam-Buckton

L.M. Maggio

Linda McCauley Freeman

Linda Sparks

LindaAnn LoSchiavo 

Lynn White

Maggie D. Brace

Marc Sorondo

Marion Cosey

Mark Andrew Heathcote 

Max Bindi

Morgan Chalfant

Naomi Pliskow 

Nick Romeo

Olivia Arieti 

Paul Brucker

Rebecca Kolodziej 

Rhiannon Owens

Roxana Neguț

Sarah Das Gupta

Sharmon Gazaway

Sheldon Woodbury

Shikhandin 

Thomas R. Keith 

Tonia Kalouria

Trevor Wright 

Trisha Shufelt

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.

The Raven (1845)
Edgar Allan Poe