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gothic

Oh yes, I am treading there.  Creeping down the woebegone highways and byways of gothic-style horror this Halloween.  What could be more appropriate, methinks, than to honor that dark and dismal genre with some chicken-scratches of my own?  It isn't all black lipstick and fingernails, you know.  Its origins were far more refined and exquisitely wrought by masterful scribes such as Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, Robert Louis Stevenson, Bram Stoker, Henry James, Robert Browning, Thomas Hardy . . .  I love the grim beauty of "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes.

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Horrendus


"'TWAS THE EVENTIDE
of an autumn day, the merchants closing shop, families gathered to sup ere shuttering eyelids for the night. Hens began a ruckus, clamoring as if some demon were amongst them. And, indeed, one was."

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the root of all fear

Fear is a dreadful topic.  Even for an author who occasionally dips her pen in the inky genre pool of Horror and Suspense.  And yet it seems almost kismet that I should delve headfirst into the theme like a high-diver plummeting to a barrel of bubble bath, make that bubble-gum bath, for it is a gooey matter most personal.

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Ravens And Crows: Three

Join me if you will for a stroll near The Edge.  A walk through the park of panting breathless needlepoint embroidery laced with terror.  Let us embark on a treacherous trek beneath the surface of Comprehension to the very bowelish sundered pinings and confinings of Unsanity.  Veer right below the Arc Of Apprehension.  Steer left toward the Brink Of Doom.  But don't hesitate there or you'll be lost.  Let us slog amid the sludge, jog across the drudge of wasted thought.  Venture beyond the dungeous drapes of the morbid mundane, into the hinterzone of unhinged reasoning.

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Entertainment Is Essential: And So Is Hope

In all of life we undergo a series of moments that vacillate between the distant reaches of Joy and Despair.  Sometimes we seem to bounce back and forth like a table-tennis ball, one half with a painted grin, the other wearing a pout (a smile turned upside down isn't necessarily a frown, when you think about it).  As flipping television channels repeatedly from comedy to drama may leave us dazed and blinking, so might the hectic ping-pong match of Existence if not for the luminous rays of Hope that shine forth out of our deepest darknesses.  Know what I mean?

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hatitude

Finally, a discussion on one of my favoritest topics:  Hats!  There are all types, as many as there are varieties of birds.  But don't quote me on that because I haven't counted either.  What?  Speak up!  I hate when my mind mumbles.  Does yours ever do that?  Extremely irritating.  Some people have heart murmurs.  It's probably just as annoying.  Okay, I'm listening!  Sorry, you'll have to talk louder!  And enunciate!  I can't understand your gibberish!  You're right, it might help if I quit shouting.  This isn't about hats you say?  Well then, I must've misunderstood. 

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