We never really celebrated Halloween when I was a child, at least not the way it is done here. My love of the the frightening and the macabre came not from trick or treating and scary Halloween stories, but from literature. If you’ve been here awhile you know of my love of Poe. I’ve written …
A week goes by as a day, and it’s old school friday before the realization that tea-totaler Thursday is over. Always vigilant of my health the day passed while I was consuming a few bottles of red wine. A few bottles because it was Australian wine containing 5 to 10 times fewer procyanidins than wines …
“The most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not —and very surely do I not dream”.
From The Black Cat, by Edgar Allen …
