Pull
We all dream with our hearts split open,
with the moon above our tiny oceans
in perfect
or most horrible orbit.
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I wrote this poem about 15 years ago.
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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
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Halloween, poetry, photography, ambient music, my Halloween creations...and anything else I feel like.
About Me
- bean
- 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.
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1 comment:
Love that! Well said.
Cheers!
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