Below – William Kroll: “Halloween Ouija”
Art for Halloween – Kevin Sommers: “Don’t Enter The Light”
Musings on Halloween: Rusty Fischer
“Shadows mutter, mist replies; darkness purrs as midnight sighs.”
Below – Jen Hallbrown: “Black Cats Under the Harvest Moon”
“Halloween is not only about putting on a costume, but it’s about finding the imagination and costume within ourselves.”
Below – Kelly Puissegur: “Last Year’s Halloween Party”
“I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.”
Below – Amber Williams: “Haunted Stairs”
Art for Halloween – Gigi Conot: “Marlboro Black”
Musings on Halloween: Dexter Kozen
“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, ‘Tonight is Halloween!’”
Below – Brook Heindl Newman: “Crows”
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.”
Below – Maurice Sapiro: “The Witching Hour”
Art for Halloween – Alexandra Shpitonkova: “Sharing”
“All Hallow’s Eve”
by Dorothea Tanning
Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don’t take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.
Below – Jen Hallbrown: “Red Riding Hood and the Wolf”
Art for Halloween – Diane Ursin: “Do not text and fly!”
“The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we’ve come to need Halloween.”
Below – Mark Rafenstein: “All Hallow’s Eve”
Art for Halloween – Lazaro Hurtado Atienza: “Playing the Beyond”
“I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, But there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids.”
Below – Julie de Besombes: “Boo”
Musings on Halloween: Nick Gordon
“On Halloween, witches come true; wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.”
Below – James McCarthy: “Echoes”
“The Little Ghost”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown’s white folds among.
I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.
She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.
Below – Mary Hayes: “Nowhere Girl”
Musings on Halloween: Stephen King
“The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”
Below – Attila Kovari: “Halloween Night”
Musings on Halloween: William Shakespeare
“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.”
Below – Dmitriy Evstigneev: “Woman with rose #3”
Musings on Halloween: H. P. Lovecraft
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
Below – Jane Ianniello: “Hothouse Nightmare II”
by Louise Gluck
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little one’
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
Below – Joanna Viheria: “Forever”