I wrote this one year ago today on Armistice Day. It’s been gathering metaphorical dust in the computer since, as my focus has been more on my health, other personal matters, and our current dystopia this year than poetry submissions. Thus, I decided I might as well share it here for you fine folks and what better day than today? I didn’t set out to write this poem. It just kind of tumbled out, likely after listening to “The Green Fields of France”, “Christmas in the Trenches”, and “Zombie” one too many times. (If you haven’t heard the modernized version of “Zombie” for the 21st century, go listen to it now.) Continue reading
Some of you may be familiar with my horror short, “East of the Midnight Sun, West of the Full Moon”, which is told from the point of view of a young Alaskan woman named Senka. Senka’s grandmother came to America when her family fled Europe to escape the Holocaust and this legacy both haunts and drives Senka as she sees history begin to repeat itself. While writing this story, I went down a research rabbithole into everything from average winter temperatures in Barrow, Alaska to how to kill vampires in various cultures’ mythologies to the history of antiziganism. Oh, the eyebrow raises my search history and open tabs would get. Continue reading
If you’re in the greater Concord area this Thanksgiving Weekend, why not stop into Gibson’s and take a gander. They have books, bookish gifts/apparel/stocking stuffers, mugs, Cards Against Humanity, toys, educational toys, delicious cocoa and crepes, and a book by yours truly. You can get your holiday shopping done, refuel in the cafe, and support the local economy (and maybe a local author).
If you aren’t in the Concord area, you can support your own local bookstores this Small Business Saturday (or whatever day you do your holiday shopping). Continue reading
Did you know that many West Virginia coal miners volunteered for WWI because their life expectancy would actually go up? Continue reading
“It was Gate Night, the night before All Hallows’ Eve. Distant memories of the old stories nagged at me. During All Hallows’ Eve the veil between the world of the living and the word beyond was lifted. Our world and their world all blurred together like ink running on a page in my old primer when we schoolgirls would try to run home in the rain, shrieking and splashing up mud all the way.”
– Shannon Barnsley, Beneath Blair Mountain Continue reading
The fairies be out that night and they would take you away with them if you were out at that evil time. It is also said that the devil shakes his budges [fur] on the haws and turns them black and according to the old people if you eat a haw after Hallow Eve night you will have no luck (qtd in “Halloween in Irish Folklore”).
It’s that time of year again. There’s a chill in the air, a draft in the house, and needles prickling at the back of your neck. So curl up with a good ghost story.