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October Country
...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...
-Ray Bradbury
-Ray Bradbury
ABOUT
Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
Blog Archive
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2013
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November
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- He Has A Way With Me
- Watchers
- Mercury
- Notice
- So Sad 'n Pretty
- Drifting In Space
- Only Lovers Left Alive
- Miss Havisham's Table
- Before Dawn
- The Wrong House
- Girly Things Make Me Happy
- Stash
- Excerpt : The Last Scarecrow
- Let's Just Go, Shall We?
- You're Dreaming It
- Wouldn't You Love To Love Her?
- Tired Places
- Why Are You Not At Rest?
- Oblivion
- She's Got Your Number
- Nearly There
- Tree Ghost At Dusk
- More Halloween Day
- Excerpt From A Series
- Autumn Morning
- November Jackos
- The Poetry of Bertolt Brecht
- An Old Love
- I Kill What I Catch
- The Hotel Winter
- I Miss You. Every. Single. Day.
- Untitled Poem
- God? God Is Love. I Don't Love You.
- Condensation
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About Me
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- Born with Halloween & horror in the blood. Photographer. Writer. Maker of many things. Connoisseur of horror films, with over 25 years of viewing & education. ~All photos, writings, and artistic works done by yours truly across all my blogs are copyrighted to me. **It must be noted, I am former collaborator and wife of the Halloween artist Pumpkinrot. Collaborator: 2008 thru 2018, Wife: 2008 thru 2020.
CONTACT
fallingblackbirds at gmail dot com
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2 comments:
a yummmmy popsicle..Nice.
an orange creamsicle, i mean.
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