MY FAVORITE DECORATION
This is my doctor. I tied him to this tree in nineteen hundred and ninety-three. And every single year since then, why, yes, by gum, I’ve done it again. He’s been a lot of Halloween fun. (He died in 1981)
This is my doctor. I tied him to this tree in nineteen hundred and ninety-three. And every single year since then, why, yes, by gum, I’ve done it again. He’s been a lot of Halloween fun. (He died in 1981)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti rhymes with paper bits – confetti He didn’t deal with goblins, mister He left that to his little sister
When young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more, they set sail for the main encampment at Achaea. The loon’s search for literary treatments of daybreak digs way, way back for this early, early example.
“My Granny made this house. Her real name is Betty Hawks. She nailed those ladder boards especially for me. She doesn’t use them. She flies up instead. She won’t be back until after Halloween. She promised to teach me about her broom then.”
The unfortunate undead Alice was a fairly pleasant vampire when first she began to roam the Earth as an immortal in 1980. For you see, the Pittsburgh Pirates had recently completely a pleasantly competitive decade. Alice restricted her diet to badgers in those days. But oh, oh, oh, look at her now. Doomed to be […]
This particular ghoul bat vampire is angry because: a. someone sat in her chair, ate her porridge, and slept in her bed. b. of princesses. Yeah, just princesses. c. she roots for the Pittsburgh Pirates. d. she’s heard one too many owls hooting in the night. e. her health insurance policy was suddenly, and for […]
Leaf Erickson Find the reddest leaf you can on a tree such as the one above. Pluck it. Pound it senseless in your favorite mortar with your favorite pestle. Praise result. Then scrape it into a thimble. Immolate. Stuff a two inch length of wet shoelace into thimble. Squish it around. Remove. Chew. This dish […]
The loon has freshened his rake with lamb’s oil in preparation.
While strolling through the park one day, and not in the merry month of May, the loon fell into conversation with this wandering triffid. On discovering that they shared many mutual interests, the loon invited the triffid to live permanently in the loon’s front yard in exchange for all the venison the triffid could capture […]
‘May he have an accident shaped like an umbrella.’ The loon bows in homage to a dada grandfather quoted in ‘The Periodic Table’.