I know, darling readers, that the blog has been a veritable wasteland of late (and so close to the big day!), but I’ve been on an early October whirlwind coast-to-coast tour of the macabre and will be back to regular… Read More ›
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“Incantation” by George Parsons Lathrop
When the leaves, by thousands thinned, A thousand times have whirled in the wind, And the moon, with hollow cheek Staring from her hollow height, Consolation seems to seek From the dim, reechoing night; And the fog-streaks dead and white… Read More ›
