Somewhere a pumpkin fell
breaking itself
into the shape of a face.
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Photo by do not bend
Poem by me
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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.
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December
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- Feeling Nostalgic
- He Who Avoids The Light
- A Letter
- Dark & Starry
- Coal For Your Stocking
- Play. Repeat.
- Traveling In The Night Car
- Tiny Poem
- It's Not Christmas Without You
- Prose Poem
- Dark Ambient Christmas
- A Little Halloween With Your Christmas
- O Lovelies
- The Walk Of A Dead Man
- What You Can Lose And Will Lose
- Where Are We Going?
- We Traveled So Very Far
- We Have Always Lived In This Castle
- October Is All I Want
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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.
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2 comments:
Peaceful pic. Cool little poem.
purdy photo and poem.
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