Between Hallowe’en and Bonfire Night
BY RODDY LUMSDEN

Just then, encountering my ruddy face
in the grand piano’s cold black craquelure,
it conjured the jack-o’-lantern moon
dipping up over the roofs of the Tenderloin.

Only when I have done with the myths—
the inner spill that triggers us to flame,
breasts so sensitive a moment’s touch
will call down fever; the dark sea-lane

between limbic squall and the heart’s harbour—
will I picture you, just beyond innocence,
lying stripped by a thrown-wide window,
letting the cool breeze covet your ardour.

EYEBROW RAISERS
The ugliest house in America
That time DON RICKLES was a featured character in Superman comic books
Kid needs permission slip to read Fahrenheit 451
A brief history of Appalachian snake handlers
Butt plugs used to be marketed as miracle cure for headaches and acne

HOLIDAY SPIRIT
The history of candy corn
The best of NASA’s pumpkin carving competition
Spooky skull door, Fort Worth, TX, 1946
The original Jack-o-lanterns were made of turnips and WERE TERRIFYING
17 real life ghost stories that will freak you the fuck out
The Bell Witch Cave
Samhain: Traditions and Rituals for the New Year
What is a ghoul?

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