“Die Hexe,” Henry Fuseli, 1906

“The Witch.”

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A Woman Sits in a Country Graveyard at Night

Reblog: “‘A Woman Sits in a Country Graveyard at Night,’ by Dana Knott”

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I sit in the moonlit prairie cemetery
and listen to the courtship
of insects. Every creature must pay
for love with a song or a dance
or the entirety of themselves.

I have paid in years for his body
to be next to mine each night in bed.
Even as he sleeps he still waits for me
and the comfort of our togetherness.
Even as he sleeps, I still long for him.

But tonight I feel closer to the almost
forgotten dead at my feet
than the humming life around me.
For a moment I think I hear him
call out to me from the house.

The racket of crickets and field mice,
chirping tree frogs and bats hunting the dark
all pause like a half rest in a nocturne,
and fireflies glow like tiny furnaces
illuminating prairie grass and headstones.

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Poster for “Hannibal” Season 1, 2013

NBC.

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(Especially the part about not sleeping.)

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Cover to “Doctor Fate” #38, Richard Piers Rayner, 1992

DC Comics.

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I am wealthy in Mini-wheats!

I now have totally awesome author/editor friends sending me frosted mini-wheats as poet fuel!!! (Thanks again, Mrs. T.) 😃

I recently confided in my Facebook friends that these things are addictive, and that I might need an intervention.  (We don’t actually know for sure what is in that white powder frosting, after all.)

And now I realize that they come in varieties!!! My package included Strawberry and … High Fiber! LOL



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“The Beloved,” Dante Gabriel Rossetti, circa 1865

Oil on canvas.

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HOBO EGGS!

Multiple people in my life have informed me (with no small amount of gravity) that I need to learn how to cook.  So I am at least trying something new and super easy.

These are what I’ve heard referred to as “hobo eggs” — eggs fried right within a hole in the bread.  (You can add cheese as they cook.)  I only learned their name recently — a child character asks for them on incredibly underrated (and inscrutably named) horror show, “From” (2022).  (Seriously, this series will scare the hell out of you.)

Believe it or not, this simple dish goes back at least as far as colonial America.  I worked as a character interpreter/tour guide for The Rising Sun Tavern in Fredericksburg, Virginia, as a college student just about … 29 years ago.  (Sigh.)  And the recipe was in a “Colonial American Cookbook” that we sold in the gift shop.  (No, I have no idea why I remember the strange things that I do.)

But there it was named “toad-in-the-hole” — which was kind of an odd choice, if you wanted to make something sound appetizing.



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“The Remorse of Nero After the Murder of His Mother,” John William Waterhouse, 1878

Oil on canvas.

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You crackers ought to love this joke.

I think I’ll stick with my store brand “woven wheats” crackers.

(If it ain’t broke, don’t Triscuit.)



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