Ghost in the Land of Skeletons Christopher Kennedy For Russell Edson If not for flesh’s pretty paint, we’re just a bunch of skeletons, working hard to deny the fact of bones. Teeth remind me that we die. That’s why I never…
31 Days of Halloween – October 20
Manfred, by Lord Byron, is a chamber drama. It is written in the form of a play but it was never meant to be staged. It might be read by a solitary reader, or perhaps read out loud by a few friends after dinner, in a candlelit drawing room. This excerpt from the opening reflects…
31 Days of Halloween – October 19
After visiting Poe’s grave at Westminster Hall and Burying Ground, we walked the few blocks to Amity Street and were guests in his humble home. He lived at the address from 1833-35. His grandmother received a widow’s pension as the surviving wife of a Revolutionary War solider. She, an aunt, two cousins and Poe all lived in the tiny house.
31 Days of Halloween – October 17
Poems for Halloween A gypsy fire is on the hearth, Sign of the carnival of mirth; Through the dun fields and from the glade Flash merry folk in masquerade, For this is Halloween! -Unknown A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly…
31 Days of Halloween – October 16
Images from the Library of Congress archives