Bela Lugosi in Stornoway - by
I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil
Halloween
The Vampire Bride - by
“I am come—I am come! once again from the tomb,
In return for the ring which you gave;
That I am thine, and that thou art mine,
This nuptial pledge receive.”
The Madwoman’s Roof - by
She is history, unable to cast blame on anyone. / She is the skeleton key, the collective curse / on…
Round about the cauldron go - by
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
At My Father’s Funeral - by
Didn’t we think, for a moment,
of crushing his feet
so he couldn’t return to the house
at Halloween?
Pumpkin - by
Who pushed a knife
into its face,
carved features of hate?
Wolf Shadow - by
They say my great-grandmother
/ The witch Sultana Urošević
/ Had a she-wolf’s shadow
/
/ By moonlight she never
/ Went out of doors
/
/ So no one should tread…
Flying-Fox - by
More rat than bird,
/ more superstition than fox,
/ you hang from that banyan
/ branch like a deflated black
/ umbrella and, when you flap
/ through the…
A wolf in the park - by
Is there a wolf,
/ A wolf in the park,
/ A wolf who wakes when the night gets dark?
/ Is there a wolf in…