What enchantment liesupon the apparitionsthat shadow my footsteps home? The street casts darkspells—conjured tricks of the eyethat reveil what is not there. Who inhabits thesespectral bones, these hollow eyes,these reticulated threads? Listen to the windsinging inside the crow’s crythat hovers always between. The streets of New York have been anticipating Halloween for weeks. It’s a … Continue reading Halloween (Thursday Doors)
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