Monday, October 20, 2014

Evening Stroll

Rot and I went for a walk last night.


Friday, October 17, 2014

The Sound of Hauntedness

Click picture for a demonstration of a of the spookiest instruments ever made.

I need it.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Latest Poem


I hold the nugget of your heart
in my mouth,
my jaw aches
with care.
But across the room from me you sit
daring me
to bite
to bite.

Photographer Nicholas Hughes

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Strange Landscape

Image found on Pinterest (no credit)
Song by Tangerine Dream (click picture...and ignore the lame ass video)


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Welcome To Your Nightmare

Artist unknown
Song by Jon of the Shred (click picture).


I'd Have to Go In

Photographer unknown.
Song by Hans Zimmer (click picture)


Thursday, October 2, 2014

Come In

Loving this Halloween stamp. So many perfect little details.

Found on ebay (and no longer available).


Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Ghost in the Attic

I wish I had kept this beauty. No idea where it went to or when we parted ways. I remember being fascinated by the windows with the boards over them. I'm such a sucker for that in haunted houses...


Monday, September 29, 2014

What the Dead Fear

What the Dead Fear

On winter nights, the dead
see their photographs slipped
from the windows of wallets,
their letters stuffed in a box
with the clothes for Goodwill.
No one remembers their jokes,
their nervous habits, their dread
of enclosed places.
In these nightmares, the dead feel
the soft nub of the eraser
lightening their bones. They wake up
in a panic, go for a glass of milk
and see the moon, the fresh snow,
the stripped trees.
Maybe they fix a turkey sandwich,
or watch the patterns on the TV.
It’s all a dream anyway.
In a few months
they’ll turn the clocks ahead,
and when they sleep they’ll know the living
are grieving for them, unbearably lonely
and indifferent to beauty. On these nights
the dead feel better. They rise
in the morning, and when the cut
flowers are laid before their names
they smile like shy brides. Thank you,
thank you, they say. You shouldn’t have,
they say, but very softly, so it sounds
like the wind, like nothing human.

Poem by Kim Addonizio



Kind of in love with this trick or treat bag.

By Ellie.