Greg Jones

Greg Jones is a published horror poet from Wisconsin whose first collection, entitled “Meet Me In The Flames,” was published in 2024 by Wild Ink Publishing. His poem “Every Drop” was chosen for the Horror Writers Association Poetry Showcase for 2025. Various other works appear in numerous print and online magazines.

When not writing feverishly, he works at the local library, searching the stacks for any and all horrific material. He also loves the outdoors, cooking, reading, and watching films. 

He enjoys life with his wife of many years and three daughters, all of whom suffer his writing through slightly covered eyes.

He is currently working on a collection of folk horror poetry as well as a book of short stories. 

Meet Me in the Flames

“MEET ME IN THE FLAMES is a dark, disturbing, and delicious collection of horror poetry. Greg Jones conjures magic with his poems. Highly recommended.”
-Jonathan Maberry, Five-time Bram Stoker Award Winner, NY Times bestselling author of NecroTek, and editor of Shadows & Verse

“All is dark in cold arms lie
Gaze to you an empty eye
Fingers laced for our descending
Beckon you come share my ending
No, the heat comes not from shame
You must, my love, take faith in flames”

Meet Me in the Flames is a collection of dark and horrific poems inspired by the gothic traditions of Poe, Lovecraft’s inhuman dreads as well as contemporaries, such as Clive Barker.

The graveyard awaits in rising mists while swirling leaves whisper secrets to the dark. Eyes, unblinking, gaze out from under coffin lids, black tongues roving over rotted lips. Something lurks in dusty corners gently rocking and chanting your name, hungrily.

Light a candle, clutch your crucifix, and come inside.

Through dreadful prose explore fear in its most fluid form.

As you stumble from the frosted wood, that familiar taste coating your tongue, moon fall reveals the blood drying on your hands, and you can do no more than await the reunion of your fractured mind and offer your Apologies To The Morning.

In his follow-up to Meet Me In The Flames, Greg Jones takes his new horror poetry collection across bleaker, blacker realms as he compels you to taste the richer meats, drink deep the bitter broth of the grave, and join him in damning the sun’s inevitable rising.

Horrors run deepest in the dying hour of the night.

You’ll find no warmth here.