I have resolved to greet November’s increasing cold with poetry — this morning, that means the Peeking Cat Anthology 2018. I am therefore sipping black coffee and reading a poem by R. J. Davey — those are two things that ought to wake my ass up. (I also just noticed a great illustration by Preeti Singh entitled “The tamed wilderness.”)
Boston, Lee and Shepard. The artist is listed as B.G.D.
This November 3rd’s
single bright blue bloom rebels —
summer’s lone holdout.
Hey, am I nuts, or does the interior of this flower look like an inverted pentagram? Have I just been watching too many horror movies?
Marvel Comics.
Eddying yellows,
falling shards of broken sun
swirl down in citron.
It’s John Keats’ “This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable.”
Now, go have fun tricking and/or treating.
Or is it just more evidence that I have too much time on my hands?
I made a Twitter account a while back with the name “It,” and with a profile picture of the shapeshifting, deadly phantom from “It Follows” (2014).
I’ve tweeted absolutely nothing. But, true to the monster’s modus operandi, I am silently “following” randomly selected people on Twitter.
It’s only horror movie fans, who I think will get the joke, along with various horror websites and directors. I did take care to follow each cast member of the truly superb film itself. It looks like star Daniel Zovatto even followed me back.
Happy Halloween, people.
Universal Pictures.
Have fun and be safe, you crazy kids.
And remember to BELIEVE in the Great Pumpkin!
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 