The town, betrayed by time passed, lies forsaken. Lost, lain memories, like tumbleweeds, awaken John Anderson, Abandoned The spray of...

You knew I was coming for you little one, when the kettle jumped into the fire. Louise Erdrich, Windigo “Is there a problem, my boy?” the...

It’s like so many other things in life to which you must say no or yes. So you take your car to the new mechanic. Sometimes the best...

I dreaded walking where there was no path And pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath And always turned to look with wary eye John...

Because I could not stop for Death– He kindly stopped for me Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop For Death Luke was gone. To where,...

In another dream, I was a field and you combed through me searching for something you only thought you had lost. Cecilia Llompart, Omens...

My eyes are covered with the blood of my hands, my palms hold my jaws. Susan Griffin, Deer Skull Denise’s face turned ghostly pale. Her...

But crouching by an oak fire’s wholesome glow, I tried to tell myself it could not be. H.P. Lovecraft, The Messenger A wildfire of panic...

“The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there.” Mary Howitt, The Spider and...

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to Fly. “‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that you ever did spy.” Mary Howitt, The...

Yet I wanted to look and see That nobody stood at the back of me; But I thought once more: ‘Nay, I’ll not unvision A shape which,...

All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms of their errands glide, With...

See this house, how dark it is Beneath its vast-bough trees! Not one trembling leaflet cries To that Watcher in the skies– Walter De La...

They took me slumming, where gaunt walls of brick Bulge outward with a viscous stored-up evil H.P. Lovecraft, Fungi from Yuggoth ****...

Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky....

Last night upon the stair I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t here again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away Hughes Mearns, Antigonish...

And travelers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody;...

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow There must be reasons why the leaves decay Time will say nothing but I told you so....

The stars are not wanted anymore; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;...

It seems another Blogtober is upon us. This is the annual blogging - I dunno, festival? blog-a-thon? - endeavor in which I and some of my...